88 ordspråk av Herman Melville
Herman Melville
Call me Ishmael.
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Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored...
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Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor
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Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
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Fear is the child of ignorance
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For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!
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For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.
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Friendship at first sight, like love at first sight is said to be the only truth
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From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it.
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Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius crater for an inkstand!
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Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
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God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart for ever; that vulture the very creature he creates.
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Grab your oars and clutch your souls!
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Grub, ho! now cried the landlord, flinging open a door, and in we went to breakfast.
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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.
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