Students of history are horror-struck at the massacres of old; but in the shambles, men are being murdered to-day.

My means are sane, my motives and my object mad.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.

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.

Faith and philosophy are air, but events are brass.

At length I fell asleep, with the volume in my hand; and never slept so sound before

From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it. That the starry vault shall surcharge the heart with all rapturous marvelings, is only because we ourselves are greater miracles, and superber trophies than all the stars in universal space.