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Herman Melville Quotes


Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence in the children of any other land.

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.

Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.

Some dying men are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will shortly trouble us so little for evermore, the poor fellows ought to be indulged.

The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love.

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes his whole universe for a vast practical joke.

There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep.

There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.

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.

There are times when even the most potent governor must wink at transgression, in order to preserve the laws inviolate for the future.

There is a touch of divinity even in brutes, and a special halo about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indignities.

There is all of the difference in the world between paying and being paid.

There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.

There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.

There is nothing namable but that some men will, or undertake to, do it for pay.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

There is something wrong about the man who wants help. There is somewhere a deep defect, a want, in brief, a need, a crying need, somewhere about that man.

There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.

They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.

To be called one thing, is oftentimes to be another.