Herman Melville Quotes
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
Melville, Herman. Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. Harper & Brothers, 1851, p. 185.
The Germans had great respect for Hoover’s work feeding the hungry of Europe.
In the 1920 Republican primary in Indiana things were looking poorly for Warren G. Harding and his campaign manager called to advise Harding to drop out of the race. Harding was about to agree when Mrs. Harding grabbed the phone.
Herman Melville was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period. Among his best-known works are Moby-Dick (1851), Typee (1846), a romanticized account of his experiences in Polynesia, and Billy Budd, Sailor, a posthumously published novella. Although his reputation was not high at the time of his death, the centennial of his birth in 1919 was the starting point of a Melville revival and Moby-Dick grew to be considered one of the great American novels.
