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

The most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full.

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.

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

The sea yields action to the body, meditation to the mind, the world to the world, all parts thereof to each part, by this art of arts—navigation.

What will not attract a man’s stare at sea?—a gull, a turtle, a flying fish!

The power which the sea requires in the sailor makes a man of him very fast, and the change of shores and population clears his head of much nonsense of his wigwam.

Being thus arrived in good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stale earth, their proper element.

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

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.