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When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels.
Perhaps Samuel Johnson was a great man; he was certainly a drumbling one.
We are always talking about being together, and yet whatever we invent destroys the family, and makes us wild, touchless beasts feeding on technicolor prairies and rivers.
Hardly a book of human worth, be it heaven's own secret, is honestly placed before the reader; it is either shunned, given a Periclean funeral oration in a hundred and fifty words, or interred in the potter's field of the newspapers back pages.
Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be proud of it. When he utters something that is wise it is nothing that the river horse does not know, and most of his creations are the result of accident.
Of all the animals on earth, none is so brutish as man when he seeks the delirium of coition.
Nobody heard her tears; the heart is a fountain of weeping water which makes no noise in the world.
I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.
Men are too unstable to be just; they are crabbed because they have not passed water at the usual time, or testy because they have not been stroked or praised.
Herman Melville was as separated from a civilized literature as the lost Atlantis was said to have been from the great peoples of the earth.
Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.
Those who write for lucre or fame are grosser than the cartel robbers, for they steal the genius of the people, which is its will to resist evil.
Intellectual sodomy, which comes from the refusal to be simple about plain matters, is as gross and abundant today as sexual perversion and they are nowise different from one another.
We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.
It takes a long time to understand nothing.
The earnings of a poet could be reckoned by a metaphysician rather than a bookkeeper.
Who has enough credit in this world to pay for his mistakes?
A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.
No country has suffered so much from the ruins of war while being at peace as the American.
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.
Man hoards himself when he has nothing to give away.
Genius, like truth, has a shabby and neglected mien.
The greater part of your misogamy is venal; the other cause of your invective humbug is that you're a muggish homuncle who couldn't raise a flickering ember in a vagabond-laced mutton.
We are ruled by chance but never have enough patience to accept its despotism.
The machine has had a pernicious effect upon virtue, pity, and love, and young men used to machines which induce inertia, and fear, are near impotent.
It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before criticism, which is regarded as a malignant tumor in the imagination.
A painter can hang his pictures, but a writer can only hang himself.
The bad poet is a toady mimicking nature.
Nothing in our times has become so unattractive as virtue.
No people require maxims so much as the American. The reason is obvious: the country is so vast, the people always going somewhere, from Oregon apple valley to boreal New England, that we do not know whether to be temperate orchards or sterile climate.
Bosch is great because what he imagines in color can be translated into justice.
I have no confidence in a man whose faults you cannot see.
The ancients understood the regulation of power better than the regulation of liberty.
A strong foe is better than a weak friend.
Woman is the most superstitious animal beneath the moon. When a woman has a premonition that Tuesday will be a disaster, to which a man pays no heed, he will very likely lose his fortune then. This is not meant to be an occult or mystic remark. The female body is a vessel, and the universe drops its secrets into her far more quickly than it communicates them to the male.
