Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave,… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
