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

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

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

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.

What will not attract a man’s stare at sea?—a gull, a turtle, a flying fish!

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

The sole business of a seaman onshore who has to go to sea again is to take as much pleasure as he can.

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.

Being thus arrived in good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stale earth, their proper element.

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

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