"By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike."

"Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself, but is as an errand-boy in heaven;...

"Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil."

"Oh my Captain! my Captain! Noble soul! Grand old heart, after all!"

"Let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God."

"I feel deadly faint, bowed, and humped, as though I were Adam, staggering beneath the piled centuries since Paradise."

"Why this strife of the chase? Why weary, and palsy the arm at the oar, and the iron, and the lance? How the richer or better is Ahab now?"

"Oh how immaterial are all materials! What things real are there, but imponderable thoughts?"

"Had poor Pip but felt so kind a thing as this, perhaps he'd have never been lost!"

"The greater idiot always scolds the lesser."