Youth is the time when hearts are large, And stirring wars Appeal to the spirit which appeals in turn To the blade it draws..

From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it. That the starry vault shall surcharg….

There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep..

The earliest instinct of the child, and the ripest experience of age, unite in affirming simplicity to be the truest and profoundest part for man. Li….

In truth, a mature man who uses hair oil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere..

Know, thou, that the lines that live are turned out of a furrowed brow..

We cannibals must help these Christians..

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee..

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar..

If I had been downright honest with myself, I would have seen very plainly in my heart that I did but half fancy being committed this way to so long ….

There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscru….

That nameless and infinitely delicate aroma of inexpressible tenderness and attentiveness which, in every refined and honorable attachment, is contem….

They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure..

What troops Of generous boys in happiness thus bred Saturnians through life's Tempe led, Went from the North and came from the South, With golden mot….

It does seem to me, that herein we see the rare virtue of a strong individual vitality, and the rare virtue of thick walls, and the rare virtue of in….

People think that if a man has undergone any hardship, he should have a reward; but for my part, if I have done the hardest possible day's work, and ….

The sailor is frankness, the landsman is finesse. Life is not a game with the sailor, demanding the long head--no intricate game of chess where few m….

When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing..

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath..

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts..

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts..