Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

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

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

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.

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

The power which the sea requires in the sailor makes a man of him very fast, and the change of shores and population clears his head of much nonsense of his wigwam.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

It is He who has subdued the ocean so that you may eat of its fresh fish and bring up from its depth ornaments to wear. Behold the ships plowing their course through it. All this, that you may seek His bounty and render thanks.

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

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

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.

But look, our seas are what we make of them, full of fish or not, opaque or transparent, red or black, high or smooth, narrow or bankless—and we are ourselves sea, sand, coral, seaweed, beaches, tides, swimmers, children, waves.

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