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

In all the ancient states and empires, those who had the shipping, had the wealth.

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.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, / Alone on a wide, wide sea!

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.

And to our age’s drowsy blood / Still shouts the inspiring sea.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars.

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

Of all objects that I have ever seen, there is none which affects my imagination so much as the sea or ocean. A troubled ocean, to a man who sails upon it, is, I think, the biggest object that he can see in motion, and consequently gives his imagination one of the highest kinds of pleasure that can arise from greatness.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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