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

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

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

Seafarers go to sleep in the evening not knowing whether they will find themselves at the bottom of the sea the next morning.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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

The sea receives us in a proper way only when we are without clothes.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

What will not attract a man’s stare at sea?—a gull, a turtle, a flying fish!

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

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.

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.