Thou saw’st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.
The eyes are the gateway to the soul.
This divineness had that in it which, though commanding worship, at the same time enforced a certain nameless terror.
Prayer draws us near to our own souls.
Why, ever since Adam, who has got to the meaning of this great allegory – the world? Then we pygmies must be content to have out paper allegories but ill comprehended.
He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.
All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.
Surely no mere mortal who has at all gone down into himself will ever pretend that his slightest thought or act solely originates in his own defined identity.
Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.
Evil is the chronic malady of the universe, and checked in one place, breaks forth in another.
I am madness maddened! That wild madness that’s only calm to comprehend itself.
Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound.
Real strength never impairs beauty or harmony, but it often bestows it, and in everything imposingly beautiful, strength has much to do with the magic.
Aye, aye! and I’ll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give him up.
It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.
Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.
Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.
My body is but the lees of my better being.
Is he mad? Anyway there’s something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.
But when a man suspects any wrong it sometimes happens that if he be already involved in the matter he insensibly strives to cover up his suspicions even from himself. And much this way it was with me. I said nothing and tried to think nothing.