Moby Dick Ch 37
- Captain Ahab
The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
Moby Dick Ch 37 p3
- Capt. Ahab
Dry heat upon my brow? Oh! time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the sunset soothed. No more. This lovely light, it lights not me; all loveliness is anguish to me, since I can ne'er enjoy. Gifted with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the midst of Paradise! Good night - good night!
Moby Dick
- C. Ahab Ch 37 p2 l4
Is, then, the crown too heavy that I wear? This Iron Crown of Lombardy. Yet is it bright with many a gem. I, the wearer, see not its far flashings, but darkly feel that I wear that, that dazzlingly confounds.
Moby Dick
- C. Ahab Ch 37 p2
Yonder, by the ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun, slow dived from noon, goes down; my soul mounts up! she wearies with her endless hill.
Moby Dick
- Ahab Ch 37 p1
I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass.
Robin Williams - as Dr. Sayer
The human spirit is more powerful than any drug, and that is what needs to be nourished with work, play, friendship, family. These are the things that matter. This is what we'd forgotten: the simplest things.
Frédéric Bastiat
No society can exist unless the laws are respected to a certain degree. The safest way to make laws respected is to make them respectable. When law and morality contradict each other, the citizen has the cruel alternative of either losing his moral sense or losing his respect for the law. These two evils are of equal consequence, and it would be difficult for a person to choose between them.
C.S. Lewis
Lightly men talk of saying what they mean... to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it. Nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.
C.S. Lewis
- Till We Have Faces
But now I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understood why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was not at all that it blotted out these sorrows, but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I was somehow great and revered for feeling them.
Frédéric Bastiat
- The Law
If the natural tendencies of mankind are so bad that it is not safe to permit people to be free, how is it that the tendencies of these organizers are always good? Do not the legislators and their appointed agents also belong to the human race? Or do they believe that they themselves are made of a finer clay than the rest of mankind?
