I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er we sail.

As for finish, that reminds me of the old Scriptural exhortation to some to pray without ceasing – but I never knew how to go about it.

Heaven have mercy on us all – Presbyterians and Pagans alike – for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

To preach the Truth to him who knew it not, is but to give him a little time to run about the world in misery and desolation.

The sea is his; he is but a copycat of the true owner.

I have no objection to any person's religion, be in what it may, so long as that person does not kill or murder any other in its name.

Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius' crater for an inkstand!

Any man who has gone farther and fared worse than ever, may console himself with the thought that it could be the albatross or the flying Dutchman.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.