Delight is to him -- a far, far upward, and inward delight -- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.

And if I still feel the smart of my crushed leg, though it be now so long dissolved; then, why mayest not thou, carpenter, feel the fiery pains of hell for ever, and without a body? Hah!

I deny their credentials as whales; and have presented them with their passports to quit the Kingdom of Cetology.

All mortal greatness is but disease.

But no more of this blubbering now, we are going a-whaling, and there is plenty of that yet to come.

Know, thou, that the lines that live are turned out of a furrowed brow.

By vast pains we mine into the pyramid; by horrible gropings we come to the central room; with joy we espy the sarcophagus; but we lift the lid- and nobody is there!-appallingly vacant as vast is the soul of a man!