Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so shall you come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

The sea hath fish for every man.

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

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

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.

Ashore it’s wine, women, and song; aboard it’s rum, bum, and concertina.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

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

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.

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

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

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.