The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas, where fragments of great wrecks were drifting, perhaps, and helpless men were rocked upon them into… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Books are the compasses and telescopes and sextants and charts which other men have prepared to help us navigate the dangerous seas of human life. — Jesse Lee Bennett Copy Share Image
