Ladies are like creeds; if you cannot speak well of them, say nothing.
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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Failure is the test of greatness.
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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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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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I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
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A book in a man’s brain is better off than a book bound in calf – at any rate it is safer from criticism.
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There’s magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.
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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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A thing may be incredible and still be true; sometimes it is incredible because it is true.
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To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.
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You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world…. We are not a nation, so much as a world.
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Nature is nobody’s ally.
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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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There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
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Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?
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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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