Thursday, November 3, 2011 at 1:29PM
Drew Wolfe

Herman Melville

Call me Ishmael.

It is better to fail in originality, than to succeed in imitation. He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great. Failure is the true test of greatness.

I have no objection to any person’s religion, be it what it may, so long as that person does not kill or insult any other person, because that other person don’t believe it also. But when a man’s religion becomes really frantic; when it is a positive torment to him; and, in fine, makes this earth of ours an uncomfortable inn to lodge in; then I think it high time to take that individual aside and argue the point with him.

Oh, give me again the rover's life — the joy, the thrill, the whirl! Let me feel thee again, old sea!

We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people — the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.

Say what some poets will, Nature is not so much her own ever-sweet interpreter, as the mere supplier of that cunning alphabet, whereby selecting and combining as he pleases, each man reads his own peculiar lesson according to his own peculiar mind and mood.

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