God Is Liberal Of Color; So Should

So, Cutting The Lashing Of The Waterproof Match Keg, After Many Failures Starbuck Contrived To Ignite The Lamp In The Lantern; Then Stretching It On A Waif Pole, Handed It To Queequeg As The Standard-bearer Of This Forlorn Hope. There, Then, He Sat, Holding Up That Imbecile Candle In The Heart Of That Almighty Forlornness. There, Then, He Sat, The Sign And Symbol Of A Man Without Faith, Hopelessly Holding Up Hope In The Midst Of Despair.

Is There Some Principal Of Nature Which States That We Never Know The Quality Of What We Have Until It Is Gone?

That Mortal Man Who Hath More Of Joy Than Sorrow In Him, That Mortal Man Cannot Be True--not True, Or Undeveloped.

You Know Nothing Till You Know All; Which Is The Reason We Never Know Any Thing.

Beneath Those Stars Is A Universe Of Gliding Monsters.