The greater idiot ever scolds the lesser.
Yet habit—strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
Thus we see how that the spine of even the hugest of living things tapers off at last into simple child’s play.
Truth hath no confines.
The pulpit is ever this earth’s foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God’s quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt.
All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick.
We ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.
So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God.
My body is but the lees of my better being.
Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.
He looked like a man cut away from the stake, when the fire has overrunningly wasted all the limbs without consuming them, or taking away one particle from their compacted aged robustness.
