No man can ever feel his own identity aright excepr his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essence, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.
Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.
Starbuck; let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God.
Pott's, to whom I handed the work for translation, giving him a box of sperm candles.
Thou art too damned jolly. Sail on.
Love is profane, since it mortally reaches toward the heaven in ye!