I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. – John Edward Masefield

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. – Hans Christian Andersen

The ocean moans over dead mens bones. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron