"There she blows!- the ghost is spouted up, and away we sail to fight some other world, and go through young life’s old routine again."

"Of all this fiery life of thine, what will at length remain but one little heap of ashes."

"But the whaleman, as he seeks the food of light, so he lives in light."

"Had you descended from the Pequod’s try-works to the Pequod’s forecastle, where the off duty watch were sleeping, for one single moment...

"The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth."

"Believe not the artificial fire, when its redness makes all things look ghastly. To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be...

"The continual sight of the fiend shapes before me, capering half in smoke and half in fire, these at last begat kindred visions in my...

"Wrapped, for that interval, in darkness myself, I but the better saw the redness, the madness, the ghastliness of others. "

"As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter...

"Like a plethoric burning martyr, or a self-consuming misanthrope, once ignited, the whale supplies his own fuel and burns by his own body."