Old age is always wakeful as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death. – Herman Melville
The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground. – Herman Melville
Stripped of the cunning artifices of the tailor, and standing forth in the garb of Eden – what a sorry set of round-shouldered, spindle-shanked, crane-necked varlets would civilized men appear! – 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