The sea hath fish for every man.

Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It’s the glory of the sea that has turned my head.

Ashore it’s wine, women, and song; aboard it’s rum, bum, and concertina.

The bathing was so delightful this morning, and Molly so pressing with me to enjoy myself, that I believe I stayed in rather too long, as since the middle of the day I have felt unreasonably tired. I shall be more careful another time, and shall not bathe tomorrow as I had before intended.

We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea—whether it is to sail or to watch it—we are going back whence we came.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

He that commands the sea is at great liberty and may take as much and as little of the war as he will.

And to our age’s drowsy blood / Still shouts the inspiring sea.

The Mediterranean has the colors of a mackerel, changeable I mean. You don’t always know if it is green or violet—you can’t even say it’s blue, because the next moment the changing light has taken on a tinge of pink or gray.

A fair complexion is unbecoming to a sailor: he ought to be swarthy from the waters of the sea and the rays of the sun.

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

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

Never trust her at any time when the calm sea shows her false alluring smile.