I’ve been bathing in the poem / Of star-infused and milky sea / Devouring the azure greens.

Take back your golden fiddles, and we’ll beat to open sea.

The sole business of a seaman onshore who has to go to sea again is to take as much pleasure as he can.

I am ill every time it blows hard, and nothing but my enthusiastic love for the profession keeps me one hour at sea.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

It is He who has subdued the ocean so that you may eat of its fresh fish and bring up from its depth ornaments to wear. Behold the ships plowing their course through it. All this, that you may seek His bounty and render thanks.

Seafarers go to sleep in the evening not knowing whether they will find themselves at the bottom of the sea the next morning.

Why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? The hog is all nature, the ship is all art.

I never even saw the use of the sea. Many a sad heart has it caused, and many a sick stomach has it occasioned! The boldest sailor climbs on board with a heavy soul and leaps on land with a light spirit.

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so shall you come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

The legislator is like the navigator of a ship on the high seas. He can steer the vessel on which he sails, but he cannot alter its construction, raise the wind, or stop the waves from swelling beneath his feet.

He who travels by sea is nothing but a worm on a piece of wood, a trifle in the midst of a powerful creation. The waters play about with him at will, and no one but God can help him.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.