There is indeed, perhaps, no better way to hold communion with the sea than sitting in the sun on the veranda of a fishermen’s cafe. – Joseph W. Beach

Still falls the rain — dark as the world of man, black as our loss — blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross. – Dame Edith Sitwell

Water flows humbly to the lowest level.
Nothing is weaker than water,
Yet for overcoming what is hard and strong,
Nothing surpasses it. – Lao-Tzu