Lo! ye believers in gods all goodness, and in man all ill, lo you! see the omniscient gods oblivious of suffering man; and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude.

Let America add Mexico to Texas, and pile Cuba upon Canada; let the English overswarm all India, and hang out their blazing banner from the sun; two thirds of this terraqueous globe are the Nantucketer's. For the sea is his; he owns it.

I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.

Wag the world how it will, Leaves must be green in Spring.

In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.

Queequeg was a native of Kokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are.