The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence.
The water is alive. It is alive. If we could get a mask and fins and drop down off these docks, we'd see snook and redfish and probably goliath grouper. And it's an amazing world unto itself and a very thin demarcation between one world and the other. You know, the distance of the water surface.
The one thing that a fish can never find is water; and the one thing that man can never find is God.
Of all wonders, this is among the greatest, that some fresh waters close by the sea spring forth as out of pipes: for the nature of the waters also ceaseth not from miraculous properties.
The bottom of the sea is cruel.
The sea does not belong to despots. Upon its surface men can still exercise unjust laws, fight, tear one another to pieces, and be carried away with terrestrial horrors. But at thirty feet below its level, their reign ceases, their influence is quenched, and their power disappears.
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.