Herman Melville
He who has never failed somewhere. . . that man can not be great.
A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.
Life's a voyage that's homeward bound.
Toward the accomplishment of an aim, which in wantonness of atrocity would seem to partake of the insane, he will direct a cool judgement, sagacious and sound. These men are madmen, and of the most dangerous sort.
It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.
Were this world an endless pain, and by sailing eastward we could forever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage.
From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it.
Where does the violet tint end and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blending enter into the other. So with sanity and insanity.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shores our bed and eats at our own table.
If you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.
I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself!
For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness.
He's a grand, ungodly, god-like man.
To the last, I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
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.
When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang.
Men may seem detestable as joint stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderers there may be; men may have mean and meagre faces; but man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.
