"They call the supreme god, Ati, in my native isle; it is the soundless thought of him, oh guide, that is in me." "Hark to his rhapsodies! Hark, how he prates of mysteries, that not even Hivohitee can fathom." "Nor he, nor thou, nor I, nor any; Oro, to all, is Oro the unknown." "Why claim to know Oro, then, better than others ?" "I am not so vain; and I have little to substitute for what I can not receive.

I but feel Oro in me, yet can not declare the thought." "Proud boy! thy humility is a pretense; at heart, thou deemest thyself wiser than Mardi." "Not near so wise.

To believe is a haughty thing; my very doubts humiliate me.

I weep and doubt; all Mardi may be light; and I too simple to discern." "He is mad," said the chief Divino; "never before heard I such words." "They are thoughts," muttered the guide.
"Poor fool!" cried Fauna.
"Lost youth!" sighed the maiden.
"He is but a child," said the beggar.

These whims will soon depart; once I was like him; but, praise be to Alma, in the hour of sickness I repented, feeble old man that I am!" "It is because I am young and in health," said the boy, "that I more nourish the thoughts, that are born of my youth and my health.