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.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go in harm’s way.

We are as near to heaven by sea as by land!

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.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

Of all objects that I have ever seen, there is none which affects my imagination so much as the sea or ocean. A troubled ocean, to a man who sails upon it, is, I think, the biggest object that he can see in motion, and consequently gives his imagination one of the highest kinds of pleasure that can arise from greatness.

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

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

The sea hath fish for every man.

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.

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.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.