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 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.

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

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

Alone, alone, all, all alone, / Alone on a wide, wide sea!

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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go in harm’s way.

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.

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

The sea hath no king but God alone.