A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.
Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
Failure is the test of greatness.
We are only what we are; not what we would be; nor every thing we hope for. We are but a step in a scale, that reaches further above us than below.
Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessing few, But dreams tonight will shelter you.
Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.
All things that God would have us do are hard for us to do–remember that–and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavours to persuade.
There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
My body is but the lees of my better being.
There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.
The worst of our evils we blindly inflict upon ourselves; our officers cannot remove them, even if they would.
Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
The eyes are the gateway to the soul.
Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.
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.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
See how elastic our prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.
It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.
Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.
Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.
I am a man who, from his youth upwards, has been filled with a profound conviction that the easiest way of life is the best.
Art is the objectification of feeling.
You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.
Nature is nobody’s ally.
There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.