The sea hath no king but God alone.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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

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

All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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