He who travels by sea is nothing but a worm on a piece of wood, a trifle in the midst of a powerful creation. The waters play about with him at will, and no one but God can help him.

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

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

What will not attract a man’s stare at sea?—a gull, a turtle, a flying fish!

The sea hath fish for every man.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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.

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

As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.

Seamen are the nearest to death and the furthest from God.

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

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.