Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges. |
It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open. |
Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, - for it is a sign of strength to be weak, to know it, and out with it - not in a set way and ostentatiously, though, but incidentally and without premeditation. |
Truth is in things, and not in words. |
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men. |
To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment. |
There are some persons in this world, who, unable to give better proof of being wise, take a strange delight in showing what they think they have sagaciously read in mankind by uncharitable suspicions of them. |
Heaven have mercy on us all - Presbyterians and Pagans alike - for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending. |
In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers. |
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope. |
He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it. |
At sea a fellow comes out. Salt water is like wine, in that respect. |