There’s something ever egotistical in mountain tops and towers, and all things grand and lofty.
O Nature, and O soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies; not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.
Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.
Leviathan is not the biggest fish; – I have heard of Krakens.
Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?
Of all insults, the temporary condescension of a master to a slave is the most outrageous and galling. That potentate who most condescends, mark him well; for that potentate, if occasion come, will prove your uttermost tyrant.
Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!
Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.
Not one man in five cycles, who is wise, will expect appreciative recognition from his fellows, or any one of them.
A true military officer is in one particular like a true monk. Not with more self-abnegation will the latter keep his vows of monastic obedience than the former his vows of allegiance to martial duty.
Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.
No mercy, no power but its own controls it. Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.
Yet habit – strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
War being the greatest of evils, all its accessories necessarily partake of the same character.
And tell him to paint me a sign, with-no suicides permitted here, and no smloing in the parlor; might as well kill both birds at once.
Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.
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.
All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event – in the living act, the undoubted deed – there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask.
Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.
Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.