Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity
Herman Melville (1819 - 1891)
Contributed by: Zaady
Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could forever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage.
Source: Moby Dick
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow-men; and along those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.
The eyes are the gateway to the soul.
They talk of the dignity of work. Bosh. The dignity is in leisure.
None but a good man is really a living man, and the more good any man does, the more he really lives. All the rest is death, or belongs to it.
From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it.
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