Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

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

At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.

It does seem to me, that herein we see the rare virtue of a strong individual vitality, and the rare virtue of thick walls, and the rare virtue of interior spaciousness. Oh, man! admire and model thyself after the whale! Do thou, too, remain warm among ice. Do thou, too, live in this world without being of it. Be cool at the equator; keep thy blood fluid at the Pole. Like the great dome of St. Peter's, and like the great whale, retain, O man! in all seasons a temperature of thine own.

You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.

Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.

I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself