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.
HERMAN MELVILLEThere is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.
More Herman Melville Quotes
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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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Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.
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If you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.
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In a multitude of acquaintances is less security, than in one faithful friend.
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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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Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
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I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
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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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As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
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You cannot hide the soul.
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Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.
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It is not down in any map; true places never are.
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You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.
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Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.
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