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.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

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

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

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

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.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

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.

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 most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.

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

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