He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When men sow the wind it is rational to expect that they will reap the whirlwind.
The Creator of the seas, sands, and endless stars is reaching out to you this very day! He is offering the grand recipe for happiness, peace, and eternal life!
An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.
Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.
Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.
Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
If a man knows not what harbor he seeks, any wind is the right wind.