Herman Melville Was As Separated From A

Man Is At The Nadir Of His Stregth When The Earth, The Seas, The Mountains Are Not In Him, For Without Them His Soul Is Unsourced, And He Has No Images By Which To Abide.

Of All The Animals On Earth, None Is So Brutish As Man When He Seeks The Delirium Of Coition.

Narcissus Never Wrote Well Nor Was A Friend.

Man Hoards Himself When He Has Nothing To Give Away.

I Have No Confidence In A Man Whose Faults You Cannot See.