I do not think I have any uncharitable prejudice against the rattlesnake, still, I should not like to be one.
HERMAN MELVILLEThey talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.
More Herman Melville Quotes
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You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.
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Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.
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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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Failure is the test of greatness.
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Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, – for it is a sign of strength to be weak, to know it, and out with it – not in a set way and ostentatiously, though, but incidentally and without premeditation.
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Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.
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Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.
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Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.
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We cannot live for ourselves alone.
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A man of true science… thinks, that by mouthing hard words, he proves that he understands hard things.
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Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
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My body is but the lees of my better being.
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What is an atheist, but one who does not, or will not, see in the universe a ruling principle of love; and what a misanthrope, but one who does not, or will not, see in man a ruling principle of kindness?
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There is nothing so slipperily alluring as sadness; we become sad in the first place by having nothing stirring to do; we continue in it, because we have found a snug sofa at last.
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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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