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

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

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.

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 who travels by sea is nothing but a worm on a piece of wood, a trifle in the midst of a powerful creation. The waters play about with him at will, and no one but God can help him.

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.

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

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

In all the ancient states and empires, those who had the shipping, had the wealth.

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.

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

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.