The sea hath fish for every man.

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.

He that commands the sea is at great liberty and may take as much and as little of the war as he will.

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

I never even saw the use of the sea. Many a sad heart has it caused, and many a sick stomach has it occasioned! The boldest sailor climbs on board with a heavy soul and leaps on land with a light spirit.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.