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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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

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

In all the ancient states and empires, those who had the shipping, had the wealth.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

Of all objects that I have ever seen, there is none which affects my imagination so much as the sea or ocean. A troubled ocean, to a man who sails upon it, is, I think, the biggest object that he can see in motion, and consequently gives his imagination one of the highest kinds of pleasure that can arise from greatness.

And to our age’s drowsy blood / Still shouts the inspiring sea.