The sea hath fish for every man.

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.

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.

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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

Seamen are the nearest to death and the furthest from God.

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

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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

The sea hath no king but God alone.

We are as near to heaven by sea as by land!

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.