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.
Nothing so aggravates an earnest person as a passive resistance.
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.
Never joke at funerals, or during business transactions.
Nature has not implanted any power in man that was not meant to be exercised at times, though too often our powers have been abused.
Moby Dick seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!
Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob.
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.
Life was to these a dream fulfilled, And death a starry night.
