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.

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

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.

The bathing was so delightful this morning, and Molly so pressing with me to enjoy myself, that I believe I stayed in rather too long, as since the middle of the day I have felt unreasonably tired. I shall be more careful another time, and shall not bathe tomorrow as I had before intended.

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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

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

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.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.