The bathing was so delightful this morning, and Molly so pressing with me to enjoy myself, that I believe I stayed in rather too long, as since the middle of the day I have felt unreasonably tired. I shall be more careful another time, and shall not bathe tomorrow as I had before intended.

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.

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.

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

The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

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

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

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

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

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.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.