Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

Quote by Herman Melville

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Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, - for it is...

Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses, - for it is...

There is all of the difference in the world between paying and being paid.

There is all of the difference in the world between paying and being paid.

Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence...

Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence...

To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.

To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.

They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.

They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.

So philosophers so throughly comprehend us as horses.

So philosophers so throughly comprehend us as horses.

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men;...

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men;...

There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep.

There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep.

Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's...

Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's...

To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring...

To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring...

It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.

It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings...

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings...

He pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth...

He pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth...

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For...

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For...

Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of...

Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of...

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life...

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life...

Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.