And I only am escaped alone to tell thee.
He offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.
واضطجعت القوارب الثلاثة هنالك في رفق على سطح الماء المتدحرج وهي تحدق في الظهيرة الأبدية الزرقاء، ولم تنبعث من أعماق الزرقة أنّة أو صيحة ما، لا ولم تنطلق اهتزازة أو نفاخة ماء، فلو أن أحد أبناء البر شهد...
تأمل كليهما، أعني البحر والبر، ألا ترى فيهما شبها غريبا لشيء مستقر في نفسك؟ إذ مثلما أن هذا المحيط المهول يحف بهذا البر الأخضر، كذلك فإن في روح الإنسان جزيرة حافلة بالسلام والبهجة ومحفوفة بمرعبات هذه...
Fifty years ago did Nathan Swain kill fifteen whales between a sunrise and a sunset. And that harpoon—so like a corkscrew now—was flung
And very probably he had long since come to the sage and sensible conclusion that a man's religion is one thing, and this practical world quite another.
Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans.
What could be more full of meaning?—for the pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest come in its rear; the pulpit leads the world.
What business have I with this pipe? This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapors among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine. I'll smoke no more.
Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about--however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other...
Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.
Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become...
The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear...
The more I consider this mighty tail, the more do I deplore my inability to express it. At times there are gestures in it, which, though they would well grace the hand of man, remain wholly inexplicab...
The Past is the textbook of tyrants; the Future is the Bible of the Free.
So have I seen Passion and Vanity stamping the living magnanimous earth, but the earth did not alter her tides and her seasons for that.
Skuta var topptung som en middagsløs student med hodet fullt av Aristoteles.
Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.
Oh, Ahab! what shall be grand in thee, it must needs be plucked at from the skies, and dived for in the deep, and featured in the unbodied air!