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.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

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 breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

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

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.

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.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go in harm’s way.

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.

What will not attract a man’s stare at sea?—a gull, a turtle, a flying fish!