The sea hath no king but God alone.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

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

I never even saw the use of the sea. Many a sad heart has it caused, and many a sick stomach has it occasioned! The boldest sailor climbs on board with a heavy soul and leaps on land with a light spirit.

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

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.

The sole business of a seaman onshore who has to go to sea again is to take as much pleasure as he can.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go in harm’s way.

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