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

The sea hath no king but God alone.

The sea hath fish for every man.

We are as near to heaven by sea as by land!

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.

The sole business of a seaman onshore who has to go to sea again is to take as much pleasure as he can.

Seamen are the nearest to death and the furthest from God.

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

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

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

The sea receives us in a proper way only when we are without clothes.

Seafarers go to sleep in the evening not knowing whether they will find themselves at the bottom of the sea the next morning.

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