Such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb.

Who ain't a slave?

Frighted Jonah trembles, and summoning all his boldness to his face, only looks so much the more a coward.

As intense heat and cold, though unlike, produce like sensations, so innocence and guilt, when, through casual association with mental pain, stamping any visible impress, use one seal- a hacked one.

Long exile from Christendom and civilization inevitably restores a man to that condition in which God placed him, i.e. what is called savagery.

Often ill comes from the good, as good from ill.

Ahab still stood like an anvil, receiving every shock, but without the least quivering of his own.