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 no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.
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.
There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.
There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence in the children of any other land.
At sea a fellow comes out. Salt water is like wine, in that respect.
There is a touch of divinity even in brutes, and a special halo about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indignities.
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.
To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it.
The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love.
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.
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.
Know, thou, that the lines that live are turned out of a furrowed brow.
Art is the objectification of feeling.
They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.
Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar?
Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.
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.
A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.
Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.
Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.
There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep.
There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own.