Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 1, 1819 Death: September 28, 1891
For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed b….
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope..
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blac….
How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bott….
The Marquesan girls dance all over; not only do their feet dance, but their arms, hands, fingers, ay, their very eyes seem to dance in their heads..
At my years, and with my disposition, or rather, constitution, one gets to care less and less for everything except downright goodfeeling. Life is so….
Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own..
Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!.
I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy..
The great God absolute! The centre and circumference of all democracy! His omnipresence, our divine equality!.
If Shakespeare has not been equalled, he is sure to be surpassed, and surpassed by an American born now or yet to be born..
Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though….
All of us have monarchs and sages for kinsmen; nay, angels and archangels for cousins; since in antediluvian days, the sons of God did verily wed wit….
And the visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright..
Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters..
That immaculate manliness we feel within ourselves, so far within us, that it remains intact though all the outer character seem gone; bleeds with ke….
The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.
Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?.
He seemed to take to me quite as naturally and unbiddenly as I to him; and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me ….
My means are sane, my motives and my object mad..
This whole act's immutably decreed. 'Twas rehearsed by thee and me a billion years before this ocean rolled. Fool! I am the Fates' lieutenant; I act ….