An utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale... from hell's heart I stab at thee.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

The world is forever babbling of originality; but there never yet was an original man, in the sense intended by the world; the first man himself--who according to the Rabbins was also the first author--not being an original; the only original author being God.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.

One of the coolest and wisest hours a man has, is just after he awakes in the morning.

For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants . . .