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

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.

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

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

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

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 most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.

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

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.

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

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.