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

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

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.

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.

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

All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full.

The sea hath fish for every man.

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

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

The sea hath no king but God alone.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars.

He who travels by sea is nothing but a worm on a piece of wood, a trifle in the midst of a powerful creation. The waters play about with him at will, and no one but God can help him.