The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

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.

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.

Never trust her at any time when the calm sea shows her false alluring smile.