88 ordspråk av Herman Melville
Herman Melville
He pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married... Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg - a cosy, loving pair.
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He says NO! in thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.
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He who has never failed somewhere. . . that man can not be great.
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Heaven have mercy on us all - Presbyterians and Pagans alike - for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending
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Henry Melville.
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Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity
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How wondrous familiar is a fool!
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I feel that the Godhead is broken up like the bread at the Supper, and that we are the pieces. Hence this infinite fraternity of feeling.
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I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I will go to it laughing.
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I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out to the world.
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If some books are deemed most baneful and their sale forbid, how, then, with deadlier facts, not dreams of doting men? Those whom books will hurt will not be proof against events. Events, not books, should be forbid.
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Ignorance is the parent of fear . . .
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In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.
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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.
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Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.
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