Without a decisive naval force, we can do nothing definitive, and with it, everything honorable and glorious.

Why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? The hog is all nature, the ship is all art.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

The legislator is like the navigator of a ship on the high seas. He can steer the vessel on which he sails, but he cannot alter its construction, raise the wind, or stop the waves from swelling beneath his feet.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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.

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

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

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.

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

I’ve been bathing in the poem / Of star-infused and milky sea / Devouring the azure greens.

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.

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