Instinct and study, love and hate;Audacity-reverence. These must mate,And fuse with Jacob's heart,To wrestle with the angel -- Art.
How I snuffed that Tartar air!--how I spurned that turnpike earth!--that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea wh...
Adverse winds are holding mad Christmas in him, boys.
He who has never failed somewhere that man cannot be great.
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.
What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural loving and longings, I so kee...
And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they so...
The great floodgates of the wonder-world swung open...
War yet shall be, but warriors are now operatives; war's made less grand than peace.
You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.
Toes are scarce among veteran blubber-room men.
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 bearthe...
Not so much thy skill, then, O hunter, as the great necessities that strike the victory to thee!
Born in throes, ‘t is fit that man should live in pains and die in pangs! So be it, then!
Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
And if we obey God, we must disobey ourselves; and it is in disobeying ourselves, wherein the hardness of obeying God consists.
For we all are dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending..
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
Yet, after all, insensible as he is to a thousand wants, and removed from harassing cares, my not the savage be the happier man..?
Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?