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

The wonderful sea charmed me from the first.

A fair complexion is unbecoming to a sailor: he ought to be swarthy from the waters of the sea and the rays of the sun.

Tomorrow we take to the mighty sea.

But look, our seas are what we make of them, full of fish or not, opaque or transparent, red or black, high or smooth, narrow or bankless—and we are ourselves sea, sand, coral, seaweed, beaches, tides, swimmers, children, waves.

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

The sea yields action to the body, meditation to the mind, the world to the world, all parts thereof to each part, by this art of arts—navigation.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

The sea hath fish for every man.

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

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.

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