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

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.

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

He that commands the sea is at great liberty and may take as much and as little of the war as he will.

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

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

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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 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.

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.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, / Alone on a wide, wide sea!