ما أمتع العاصفة إذا كان البيت قويا
فينا جميعًا حفّار دخيل لا يكف عن العمل في منجمه. ولكن أنّى لنا أن ندري إلى أين يتجه النفق الذي يحفره مِن الإستماع إلى صوت فأسه المكتوم المتنقل أبدًا؟
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.
Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs
Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness
Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Be...
Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Nar...
What was sad in the world he did not superficially gainsay; what was glad in it he did not cynically slur; and all which was to him personally enjoyable, he gratefully took to his heart.
What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so ke...
What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him.
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.
Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there wer...
Verily there is nothing new under the sun.
Toes are scarce among veteran blubber-room men.
To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it.
To insure the greatest efficiency in the dart, the harpooners of this world must start to their feet from out of idleness, and not from out of toil.
To be enraged with a dumb thing, Captain Ahab, seems blasphemous.
This slavery breeds ugly passions in man.
There she blows!-there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!