It is a thing which every sensible American should learn from every sensible Englishman, that glare and glitter, gimcracks and gewgaws, are not indispensable to domestic solacement. Herman Melville More Quotes by Herman Melville More Quotes From Herman Melville Queequeg was a native of Kokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are. Herman Melville maps west islands One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts. Herman Melville dream depression thinking The consciousness of being deemed dead, is next to the presumable unpleasantness of being so in reality. One feels like his own ghost unlawfully tenanting a defunct carcass. Herman Melville next survival reality Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking. Herman Melville smoking beautiful art To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain. Herman Melville sensitive pity pain 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. Herman Melville lamps men blood Can it be, that the Greek grammarians invented their dual number for the particular benefit of twins? Herman Melville benefits greek numbers The eyes are the gateway to the soul. Herman Melville vision eye soul But I shall follow the endless, winding way, — the flowing river in the cave of man; careless whither I be led, reckless where I land. Herman Melville land rivers men For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal. Herman Melville cannibal clean whole But Captain Vere was now again motionless, standing absorbed in thought. Again starting, he vehemently exclaimed, "Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet that angel must hang! Herman Melville captains starting angel Surely no mere mortal who has at all gone down into himself will ever pretend that his slightest thought or act solely originates in his own defined identity. Herman Melville free-will identity gone Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it. Herman Melville mother father lying Will you, or will you not, quit me? I now demanded in a sudden passion, advancing close to him. "I would prefer not to quit you", he replied, gently emphasizing the not. Herman Melville advancing quitting passion All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys. Herman Melville conflict boys war See with what entire freedom the whaleman takes his handful of lamps-often but old bottles and vials, though. ... He burns, too, the purest of oil. ... It is sweet as early grass butter in April. He goes and hunts for his oil, so as to be sure of its freshness and genuineness, even as the traveler on the prairie hunts up his own supper of game. Herman Melville hunting games sweet So, when on one side you hoist in Locke's head, you go over that way; but now, on the other side, hoist in Kant's and you come back again; but in very poor plight. Thus, some minds for ever keep trimming boat. Oh, ye foolish! throw all these thunder-heads overboard, and then you will float light and right. Herman Melville light mind way We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are given to the breeze, that follows us out to sea like the baying of a hound. Herman Melville swings anchors sea He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes. Herman Melville thunder baggage devil Why, ever since Adam, who has got to the meaning of this great allegory - the world? Then we pygmies must be content to have out paper allegories but ill comprehended. Herman Melville adam paper world
