Why is a ship under sail more poetical than a hog in a high wind? The hog is all nature, the ship is all art.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

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

I am ill every time it blows hard, and nothing but my enthusiastic love for the profession keeps me one hour at sea.

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

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 tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea—whether it is to sail or to watch it—we are going back whence we came.

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

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

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

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 that commands the sea is at great liberty and may take as much and as little of the war as he will.

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