Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.
Herman MelvilleOf the quaking recruit, three pitched battles make a grim grenadier; and he who shrank from the muzzle of a cannon, is now ready to yield his mustache for a sponge.
Herman MelvillePraise when merited is not a boon: yet to a generous nature, is it pleasant to utter it.
Herman Melville