As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
HERMAN MELVILLEThe eyes are the gateway to the soul.
More Herman Melville Quotes
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All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.
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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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There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
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The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.
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In a multitude of acquaintances is less security, than in one faithful friend.
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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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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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Ignorance is the parent of fear.
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Only the man who says no is free
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Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
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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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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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A thing may be incredible and still be true; sometimes it is incredible because it is true.
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What plays the mischief with the truth is that men will insist upon the universal application of a temporary feeling or opinion.
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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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