The Easiest Way Of Life

Truth Uncompromisingly Told Will Always Have Its Ragged Edges.

Think Not, Is My Eleventh Commandment; And Sleep When You Can, Is My Twelfth.

In What Rapt Ether Sails The World, Of Which The Weariest Will Never Weary?

In One Word, Queequeg, Said I, Rather Digressively; Hell Is An Idea First Born On An Undigested Apple-dumpling; And Since Then Perpetuated Through The Hereditary Dyspepsias Nurtured By Ramadans.

None But A Good Man Is Really A Living Man, And The More Good Any Man Does, The More He Really Lives. All The Rest Is Death, Or Belongs To It.