We die of too much life.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.

How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg - a cosy, loving pair.

Poor people make a very poor business of it when they try to seem rich.

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.

Our institutions have a potent digestion, and may in time convert and assimilate to good all elements thrown in, however originally alien.

We cannibals must help these Christians.