I promise nothing complete; because any human thing supposed to be complete, must for that very reason infallibly be faulty. - Herman Melville

Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of Saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from that same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary.

It is the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships' cables and hawsers. A Polar wind blows through it, and birds of prey hover over it.

The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid — what will compare with it?