The sea hath no king but God alone.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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.

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