“...there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.”

“For there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.”

“There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of man.”

“The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe.”

“Oh, horrible vultureism of earth! from which not the mightiest whale is free.”

“I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself”

“Thy shrunk voice sounds too calmly, sanely woeful to me. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should’st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can’st not go mad?”