Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet our ankles. The water seems inviting. The ocean calls.
Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
Home is like the ship at sea, Sailing on eternally; Oft the anchor forth we cast, But can never make it fast.
But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Calm seas never made a good sailor.
If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.
One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.
My best fishing-memory is about some fish that I never caught.
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.
For plague and pestilence, plunder and pollution, the hazards of nature and the hunger of children are the foes of every nation. The earth, the sea and the air are the concern of every nation.
The earth, the sea and air are the concern of every nation. And science, technology, and education can be the ally of every nation.
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.
I need the sea because it teaches me.