I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere; if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable, though.
I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.
He looked like a man who had never cringed and never had had a creditor.
For backward or forward, eternity is the same; already have we been the nothing we dread to be.
For God's sake, be economical with your lamps and candles! not a gallon you burn, but at least one drop of man's blood was spilled for it.
Evil is the chronic malady of the universe, and checked in one place, breaks forth in another.
Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli! deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.
Better to sink in boundless deeps, than float on vulgar shoals; and give me, ye Gods, an utter wreck, if wreck I do.
As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
And even as this old guide-book boasts of the, to us, insignificant Liverpool of fifty years ago, the New York guidebooks are now vaunting of the magnitude of a town, whose future inhabitants, multitu...
Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.
What are the comprehensible terrors of man compared with the interlinked terrors and wonders of God!
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.
For I cherish the greatest respect towards everybody’s religious obligations, never mind how comical, and could not find it in my heart to undervalue even a congregation of ants worshipping a toad-sto...
And Heaven have mercy on us all - Presbyterians and Pagans alike - for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.
إذ أن ذروة السرور في لذة الدفء هي أن لا يفصل بينك أنت وما تهوّم فيه من جمام وبين برد الهواء في الخارج شيء سوى البطانية. عندئذ تستلقي كأنك قبس دافيء في جوف بلورة قطبية.
Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.
Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs
What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him.
To insure the greatest efficiency in the dart, the harpooners of this world must start to their feet from out of idleness, and not from out of toil.