The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

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.

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

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

The sea hath no king but God alone.

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 snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

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.

The legislator is like the navigator of a ship on the high seas. He can steer the vessel on which he sails, but he cannot alter its construction, raise the wind, or stop the waves from swelling beneath his feet.

Why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? The hog is all nature, the ship is all art.

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.