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

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.

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

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

Never trust her at any time when the calm sea shows her false alluring smile.

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

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

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.

Being thus arrived in good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stale earth, their proper element.

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.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

The sea yields action to the body, meditation to the mind, the world to the world, all parts thereof to each part, by this art of arts—navigation.

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