The sea has neither meaning nor pity.
—Anton Chekhov
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full.
—King Solomon
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.
—Edward Abbey
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
—Francis Bacon
A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.
—Jacques Yves Cousteau