I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing. - Herman Melville

I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere; if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable, though.

Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.

Truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast.