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| 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 | | Uncategorized | |
| There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| There seems no reason why patriotism and narrowness should go together, or why intellectual fairmindedness should be confounded with political trimming, or why serviceable truth should keep cloistered because not partisan | | Uncategorized | |
| They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure. | | Uncategorized | |
| They think me mad--Starbuck does; but I'm demoniac, I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself! | | Uncategorized | |
| This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. | | Uncategorized | |
| Though amid all the smoking horror and diabolism of a sea-fight, sharks will be seen longingly gazing up to the ship's decks, like hungry dogs round a table where red meat is being carved, ready to bolt down every killed man that is tossed to them . . . | | Uncategorized | |
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| 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. | | Books; Writing | |
| To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee | | Uncategorized | |
| Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness | | Grief | |
| We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results. | | Uncategorized | |
| We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men. | | Uncategorized | |
| We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects. | | Forgiveness; Living | |
| We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls. We are blind to the real sights of this world; deaf to its voice; and dead to its death. And not till we know, that one grief outweighs ten thousand joys will we become what Christianity is striving to make us. | | Uncategorized | |
| Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. | | Uncategorized | |
| Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity. | | Health; Sanity | |
