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 sea yields action to the body, meditation to the mind, the world to the world, all parts thereof to each part, by this art of arts—navigation.

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.

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

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

Why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? The hog is all nature, the ship is all art.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It’s the glory of the sea that has turned my head.

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

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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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