Eternally inexorable and unconcerned is Fate, a mere heartless trader in men’s joys and woes. — Herman Melville, Pierre: or, the Ambiguities. (Harper; First Edition edition, November 16, 1995) Originally published 1852. Advertisements
The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow. ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale. Richard Bentley October 18, 1851 (Britain), Harper & Brothers November 14, 1851 (U.S.)
It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, from “The Prophetic Pictures,” Twice-Told Tales. (Palala Press September 21,… Continue reading Nathaniel Hawthorne
All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. And if you be a philosopher, though seated in the whale-boat, you would not at heart feel one… Continue reading Herman Melville
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world. ― Edgar Allan Poe, “The Philosophy of Composition.” (1846)
Death should take me while I am in the mood. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance. (Dodo Press October 25, 2005) Originally published 1852.
Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks… Continue reading Herman Melville