For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught...
For in tremendous extremities human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;--nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these d...
But truth is like a thrashing-machine; tender sensibilities must keep out of the way.
As minhas primeiras emoções tinham sido a melancolia mais pura e a compaixão mais sincera, mas na mesma proporção em que o desamparo de Bartleby crescia na minha fantasia, aquela melancolia se transfo...
All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present...
واضطجعت القوارب الثلاثة هنالك في رفق على سطح الماء المتدحرج وهي تحدق في الظهيرة الأبدية الزرقاء، ولم تنبعث من أعماق الزرقة أنّة أو صيحة ما، لا ولم تنطلق اهتزازة أو نفاخة ماء، فلو أن أحد أبناء البر شهد...
A purse is but a rag unless you have something in it.
Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about--however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other...
There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of man.
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become...
The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear...
Se questo mondo fosse un piano infinito e navigando a oriente noi potessimo sempre raggiungere nuove distanze e scoprire cose più dolci e nuove di tutte le Cicladi o le Isole del Re Salomone, allora i...
Preferiría no hacerlo
Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.
I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.
Here I am, proud as Greek god, and yet standing debtor to this blockhead for a bone to stand on! Cursed be that mortal inter-indebtedness which will not do away with ledgers. I would be free as air; a...
For though consciences are as unlike as foreheads, every intelligence, not including the Scriptural devils who believe and tremble has one.
For this is one of those disheartening instances where truth requires full as much bolstering as error.
Consider all this; and then turn to this green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself?
At length I fell asleep, with the volume in my hand; and never slept so sound before