They walked the water's vasty breadth of blue, parting the restless billows on their way. - Richard Francis Burton

"Be ye Good Boys, go seek for Heav'en, come pay the priest that holds the key;"
So spake, and speaks, and aye shall speak the last to enter Heaven, — he.

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

[...] it is not easy to talk [...] religion to men who measure excellence by forbidden meats [...]