You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in. - Herman Melville

Passion, and passion in its profoundest, is not a thing demanding a palatial stage whereon to play its part. Down among the groundlings, among the beggars and rakers of the garbage, profound passion is enacted. And the circumstances that provoke it, however trivial or mean, are no measure of its power. In the present instance the stage is a scrubbed gun deck, and one of the external provocations a man-of-war's-man's spilled soup.

The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.