I liked the bit about quarter to eleven. (on Debussy's "Dawn to Noon on the Sea")

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

The sea being so deep and so large, I'm sure other mysteries lurk out there, unseen and unsolved.

To see the sea of all of the purple shirts coming, you just stand there in awe.

And when distress afflicts you in the sea, away go those whom you call on except He; but when He brings you safe to the land, you turn aside; and man is ever ungrateful.

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me