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

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

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.

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.

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

The legislator is like the navigator of a ship on the high seas. He can steer the vessel on which he sails, but he cannot alter its construction, raise the wind, or stop the waves from swelling beneath his feet.

I am ill every time it blows hard, and nothing but my enthusiastic love for the profession keeps me one hour at sea.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

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.

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.