The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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

The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

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

As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so shall you come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.