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.

Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.

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.

Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor

Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.