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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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.

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.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

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

The most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.