The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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.

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

Seamen are the nearest to death and the furthest from God.

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.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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 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.

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

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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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.

The sea hath no king but God alone.