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

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so shall you come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

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

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

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.

Ashore it’s wine, women, and song; aboard it’s rum, bum, and concertina.

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

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.

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.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

He who commands the sea has command of everything.