Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor
A man of true science... thinks, that by mouthing hard words, he proves that he understands hard things.
What is an atheist, but one who does not, or will not, see in the universe a ruling principle of love; and what a misanthrope, but one who does not, or will not, see in man a ruling principle of kindness?
To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.
A good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing.
An utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.
Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.
There is nothing so slipperily alluring as sadness; we become sad in the first place by having nothing stirring to do; we continue in it, because we have found a snug sofa at last.
Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.
There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls.
Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.
A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.
All Profound things, and emotions of things are preceded and attended by Silence.
There are doubts, sir, which, if man have them, it is not man that can solve them.
The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bearthe earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invokedfor favorable winds. Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.
Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.
The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe.
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 my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.
There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.
I would prefer not to.
My body is but the lees of my better being.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
The entire merit of a man can never be made known; nor the sum of his demerits, if he have them. We are only known by our names; as letters sealed up, we but read each other's superscriptions.
It is against the will of God that the East should be Christianized.
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