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.

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.

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

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

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

The sea hath fish for every man.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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.

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.

Ashore it’s wine, women, and song; aboard it’s rum, bum, and concertina.

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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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