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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

The sea hath no king but God alone.

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

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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.

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