Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

The thing itself is dirty, wobbly and wet.

I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it raging and roaring like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free and ending just where it began.

It's hard to bullshit the ocean. It's not listening, you know what I mean.

The sea makes no promises and breaks none.

I discovered the secret of the sea in meditation upon the dew drop.