Morning to ye! Morning to ye!

Throwing aside the counterpane, there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage's side, as if it were a hatchet-faced baby.

Hope proves a man deathless.

If then, Sir William Jones, who read in thirty languages, could not read the simplest peasant's face in its profounder and more subtle meanings, how may unlettered Ishmael hope to read the awful Chaldee of the Sperm Whale's brow? I but put that brow before you. Read it if you can.

And every one knows that in most people's estimation, to do anything coolly is to do it genteelly.

A sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich.

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.