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.
HERMAN MELVILLELife’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.
More Herman Melville Quotes
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Silence is the only Voice of our God.
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The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.
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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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Ignorance is the parent of fear.
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Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.
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All round and round does the world lie as in a sharp-shooter’s ambush, to pick off the beautiful illusions of youth, by the pitiless cracking rifles of the realities of age.
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Ladies are like creeds; if you cannot speak well of them, say nothing.
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Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.
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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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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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Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
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I’ll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.
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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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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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The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run
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