Now, little ship, look out! Beside you is the ocean: to be sure, it does not always roar, and at times it lies spread out like silk and gold and reveries of graciousness. But hours will come when you realize that it is infinite and that there is nothing more awesome than infinity.

Translated by Josefine Nauckhoff, In Bernard Williams, Nietzsche: With a Prelude in German Rhymes and an Appendix of Songs, Book Three, 124 (p. 119)