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.

The bathing was so delightful this morning, and Molly so pressing with me to enjoy myself, that I believe I stayed in rather too long, as since the middle of the day I have felt unreasonably tired. I shall be more careful another time, and shall not bathe tomorrow as I had before intended.

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

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

I never even saw the use of the sea. Many a sad heart has it caused, and many a sick stomach has it occasioned! The boldest sailor climbs on board with a heavy soul and leaps on land with a light spirit.

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.

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

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

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

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.

Without a decisive naval force, we can do nothing definitive, and with it, everything honorable and glorious.

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