The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

Of all objects that I have ever seen, there is none which affects my imagination so much as the sea or ocean. A troubled ocean, to a man who sails upon it, is, I think, the biggest object that he can see in motion, and consequently gives his imagination one of the highest kinds of pleasure that can arise from greatness.

The power which the sea requires in the sailor makes a man of him very fast, and the change of shores and population clears his head of much nonsense of his wigwam.

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.

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

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

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.

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

We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea—whether it is to sail or to watch it—we are going back whence we came.

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

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.