Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale... from hell's heart I stab at thee.

When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, walled-town of a Captain's exclusiveness, which admits but small entrance to any sympathy from the green country without - oh, weariness! heaviness! Guinea-coast slavery of solitary command!

You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.

Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.

The eyes are the gateway to the soul.

Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.