Yet see how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.

Herman Melville

Herman Melville

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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For, when Stubb dressed, instead of first putting his legs into his trowsers, he put his pipe into his mouth.

But truth is like a thrashing-machine; tender sensibilities must keep out of the way.

Art is the objectification of feeling.

At the time I now write of, Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth, for among all the fissures of his wrinkles, there shone certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom - the spring verdure peeping forth even beneath February's snow.

Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs.

Here some one thrust these cards into these old hands of mine, swears that I must play them, and no others. And damn me, Ahab, but thou actest right, live in the game, and die in it.

Ahab and aguish lay stretched together in one hammock.

Who ain't a slave? Tell me that.

And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.

Yes, these eyes are windows, and this body of mine is the house. What a pity they didn't stop up the chinks and the crannies though, and thrust in a little lint here and there.

Hence, I conclude, that in boasting himself to be high lifted above a whaleman, in that assertion the pirate has no solid basis to stand on.

Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure.

I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

And here, shipmates, is true and faithful repentance; not clamorous for pardon, but grateful for punishment.