The ocean, whose tides respond, like women's menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins, the ocean on whose surface vessels (personified as female) can ride but in whose depth sailors meet their death and monsters conceal themselves ... it is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.
(Adrienne Rich (b. 1929), U.S. poet. Of Woman Born, ch. 4 (1976).)
We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But if that drop was not in the ocean, I think the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. I do not agree with the big way of doing things.
(Mother Teresa (b. 1910), Albanian-born Roman Catholic missionary in India. "Carriers of Christ's Love," A Gift for God (1975).)
On the whole, we were glad of the storm, which would show us the ocean in its angriest mood.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Cape Cod (1855-1865), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 4, p. 40, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)