I feel that the Godhead is broken up like the bread at the Supper, and that we are the pieces. Hence this infinite fraternity of feeling.

contempt is as frequently produced at first sight as love.

There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.

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.

That author who draws a character, even though to common view incongruous in its parts, as the flying-squirrel, and, at differentperiods, as much at variance with itself as the caterpillar is with the butterfly into which it changes, may yet, in so doing, be not false but faithful to facts.

If not against us, nature is not for us.

Climate of Egypt in winter is the reign of spring upon earth, & summer in the air, and tranquility in the heat.