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.

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

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

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Ashore it’s wine, women, and song; aboard it’s rum, bum, and concertina.