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.

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

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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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.

A fair complexion is unbecoming to a sailor: he ought to be swarthy from the waters of the sea and the rays of the sun.

The sea hath fish for every man.

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.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

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

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.

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.

Without a decisive naval force, we can do nothing definitive, and with it, everything honorable and glorious.