The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.
Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.
As with ships, so with men; he who turns his back to his foe gives him an advantage.
There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God.
Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.