The Sweetest Joys Of Life

I Have Written A Wicked Book, And Feel Spotless As The Lamb.

Think Not, Is My Eleventh Commandment; And Sleep When You Can, Is My Twelfth.

At Sea A Fellow Comes Out. Salt Water Is Like Wine, In That Respect.

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean, Roll! Ten Thousand Blubber-hunters Sweep Over Thee In Vain.

But As In Landlessness Alone Resides The Highest Truth, Shoreless, Indefinite As God - So Better Is It To Perish In That Howling Infinite, Than Be Ingloriously Dashed Upon The Lee, Even If That Were Safety! For Worm-like, Then, Oh! Who Would Craven Crawl To Land!