Life’s A Voyage That’s Homeward Bound.

Better To Sleep With A Sober Cannibal Than A Drunken Christian.

One Would Like To Know, What Were Foes Made For Except To Be Used?

He Piled Upon The Whale's White Hump The Sum Of All The General Rage And Hate Felt By His Whole Race From Adam Down; And Then, As If His Chest Had Been A Mortar, He Burst His Hot Heart's Shell Upon It.

What Like A Bullet Can Undeceive!

Let Us Waive That Agitated National Topic, As To Whether Such Multitudes Of Foreign Poor Should Be Landed On Our American Shores;let Us Waive It, With The One Only Thought, That If They Can Get Here, They Have God's Right To Come.