Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so shall you come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

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.

Ocean. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man—who has no gills.

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.

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

The most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.

But look, our seas are what we make of them, full of fish or not, opaque or transparent, red or black, high or smooth, narrow or bankless—and we are ourselves sea, sand, coral, seaweed, beaches, tides, swimmers, children, waves.

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

Being thus arrived in good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stale earth, their proper element.

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