The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
There is no sea more dangerous than the ocean of practical politics none in which there is more need of good pilotage and of a single, unfaltering purpose when the waves rise high.
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
To me, the sea is like a person - like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea, I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there.
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn't subdue you and make you feel abject. It's stimulating loneliness.
The sea is my business.
It must be remembered that the sea is a great breeder of friendship. Two men who have known each other for twenty years find that twenty days at sea bring them nearer than ever they were before, or else estrange them.