Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air - moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh - felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing.

You don't have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.

If you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropiate port you find yourself docked.

I journey to the east, where I have been told, there are men who have taught death some manners.

'Thanks be to God,' says the Admiral; 'the air is soft as in April in Seville, and it is a pleasure to be in it, so fragrant it is.'

All day the head had been barely supportable but at evening a breeze arose in the West, blowing from the heart of the setting sun and from the ocean, which lay…

This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I.