Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope. — Herman Melville
He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from adam down; — Herman Melville
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity. — Herman Melville
Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone? — Herman Melville
It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open. — Herman Melville
The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of mind; but not the march of love. — Herman Melville