There are doubts, sir, which, if man have them, it is not man that can solve them.

Aid my disillusionment, my friend!

...The silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter than the presence of delight.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.

Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.

At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.

Start her, now; give 'em the long and strong stroke, Tashtego. Start her, Tash, my boy-start her, all; but keep cool, keep cool-cucumbers is the word-easy, easy-only start her like grim death and grinning devils, and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves, boys-that's all. Start her!