Aye, aye! and I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up.
They who plough the sea do not carry the winds in their hands.
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... ''Beware of me,'' it says, ''but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.
In Sea affairs, nothing is impossible, and nothing is improbable.
A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.
A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy.