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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

I’ve been bathing in the poem / Of star-infused and milky sea / Devouring the azure greens.

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

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

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

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

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

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.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

The Mediterranean has the colors of a mackerel, changeable I mean. You don’t always know if it is green or violet—you can’t even say it’s blue, because the next moment the changing light has taken on a tinge of pink or gray.

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.