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

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.

The sea hath fish for every man.

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so shall you come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

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

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

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.

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

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.

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.