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.

Ocean. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man—who has no gills.

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

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

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

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

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.

But look, our seas are what we make of them, full of fish or not, opaque or transparent, red or black, high or smooth, narrow or bankless—and we are ourselves sea, sand, coral, seaweed, beaches, tides, swimmers, children, waves.

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.

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

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.