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

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.

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

I never even saw the use of the sea. Many a sad heart has it caused, and many a sick stomach has it occasioned! The boldest sailor climbs on board with a heavy soul and leaps on land with a light spirit.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

In all the ancient states and empires, those who had the shipping, had the wealth.

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

The life of a sailor is very unhealthy.

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

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.

Ocean. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man—who has no gills.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.