“And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.”

“Storms make trees take deeper roots.”

“Storms make oaks take deeper root.”

“No voice divine the storm allay'd,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,
We perish'd, each alone;
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulphs than he.”

“Gibbons is a man full of pain and violence. On this night, there is a Witch's Sabbath in his heart. Storms are blowing his world to bits and great troubles are pounding him on a reef.”

“We dive deeper and deeper
Could be we are here
Could be in my dream
It came up on the horizon
Rising and rising
In a sea of honey, a sky of honey.”

“The sea is whipping the sky
The sky is whipping the sea
You can hide away forever from the storm
But you'll never hide away from me.”

“Beside
The grim old sea-king sits his bride,
A sun-land blossom, rudely torn
From tropic forests to be worn
Above as stern a breast as e'er
Stood king at sea or anywhere.”

“What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!”

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”