The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

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.

Take back your golden fiddles, and we’ll beat to open sea.

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

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

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

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

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

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

The sea hath fish for every man.

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.

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

The Mediterranean has the colors of a mackerel, changeable I mean. You don’t always know if it is green or violet—you can’t even say it’s blue, because the next moment the changing light has taken on a tinge of pink or gray.