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

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

Take back your golden fiddles, and we’ll beat to open sea.

He who travels by sea is nothing but a worm on a piece of wood, a trifle in the midst of a powerful creation. The waters play about with him at will, and no one but God can help him.

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

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

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 sea hath no king but God alone.

It is He who has subdued the ocean so that you may eat of its fresh fish and bring up from its depth ornaments to wear. Behold the ships plowing their course through it. All this, that you may seek His bounty and render thanks.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.

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

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.

Seafarers go to sleep in the evening not knowing whether they will find themselves at the bottom of the sea the next morning.