See how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.
Round the world! There is much in that sound to inspire proud feelings; but whereto does all that circumnavigation conduct? Only through numberless perils to the very point whence we started, where those that we left behind secure, were all the time before us.
Real strength never impairs beauty or harmony, but it often bestows it; and in everything imposingly beautiful, strength has much to do with the magic.
Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.
Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.
Of such a letter, Death himself might well have been the post-boy.
No man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.
Moby Dick seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!
Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
Madman! look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.
Long exile from Christendom and civilization inevitably restores a man to that condition in which God placed him, i.e. what is called savagery.
It is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, everpresent perils of life.
