I’ve been bathing in the poem / Of star-infused and milky sea / Devouring the azure greens.

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.

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.

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

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

I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go in harm’s way.

As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.

The sea hath fish for every man.

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

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

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.

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

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.