“How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!”

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine’s wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: ‘Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

And last of all comes death.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

For when we quaff the gen’rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

Ah, cruel ’tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Cursed be he above all others Who’s enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

Maybe one day, I will reach the shore just in time before I let people’s opinions drown me in the ocean of my mind.

In every storm you were the lighthouse, the direction in which to swim. so i grew strong a good swimmer and made it to your rocky shores.

One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.

One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time. Variants include “You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore”.

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

America is known as a country that welcomes people to its shores.

Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.