Benevolent desires, after passing a certain point, can not undertake their own fulfillment without incurring the risk of evils beyond those sought to be remedied.
HERMAN MELVILLEYet habit – strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
More Herman Melville Quotes
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I’ll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.
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To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.
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No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as dogs and horses.
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I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.
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Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.
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It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.
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Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor
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All things that God would have us do are hard for us to do–remember that–and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavours to persuade.
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For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life.
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The Past is the textbook of tyrants; the Future the Bible of the Free. Those who are solely governed by the Past stand like Lot’s wife, crystallized in the act of looking backward, and forever incapable of looking before.
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Better be an old maid, a woman with herself as a husband, than the wife of a fool; and Solomon more than hints that all men are fools; and every wise man knows himself to be one.
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A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.
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for there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men
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Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
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There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
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