Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round. - Herman Melville

Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition.

It is hard to be finite upon an infinite subject, and all subjects are infinite.

In the serene weather of the tropics it is exceedingly pleasant — the mast-head; nay, to a dreamy meditative man it is delightful. There you stand, a hundred feet above the silent decks, striding along the deep, as if the masts were gigantic stilts, while beneath you and between your legs, as it were, swim the hugest monsters of the sea, even as ships once sailed between the boots of the famous Colossus at old Rhodes.