Carl Pyotr

“See ye not then, shipmates, that Jonah sought to flee world-wide from God? Miserable man! Oh! Most contemptible and worthy of all scorn; with slouched hat and guilty eye, skulking from his God; prowling among the shipping like a vile burglar hastening to cross the seas. So disordered, self-condemning is his look, that had there been policemen in those days, Jonah, on the mere suspicion of something wrong, had been arrested ere he touched a deck.”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

“Saaledes vendte de tilbage til den simpleste Form for Liv igen, ældre endnu end den de havde lært hvor de kom fra, begyndte på bar Bund, i Frihed og ene to.”
― Johannes V. Jensen, Norne-Gæst

“Hvis et Menneske eiede et Brev, hvorom han vidste eller troede, at det indeholdt Oplysning om hvad han maatte ansee for sit Livs Salighed, men Skrifttegnene vare fine og blege, Haandskriften næsten ulæselig, da vilde han vel med Angst og Uro, med al Lidenskab læse og atter læse, og i eet Øieblik faae een Mening ud, i det næste en anden, i Forhold til som han, naar han troede med Bestemthed at have læst et Ord, vilde forklare Alt efter dette; men han vilde aldrig komme videre end til den samme Uvished, med hvilken han begyndte. Han vilde stirre, ængsteligere og ængsteligere, men jo mere han stirrede, jo mindre saae han; hans Øie vilde stundom fyldes med Taarer, men jo oftere det hændte ham, jo mindre saae han; i Tidens Løb blev Skriften blegere og utydeligere, tilsidst hensmuldrede Papiret selv, og han beholdt intet Andet tilbage end et taareblændet Øie.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Enten-Eller

“If, then, to meanest mariners, and renegades and castaways, I shall hereafter ascribe high qualities, though dark; weave round them tragic graces; if even the most mournful, perchance the most abased, among them all, shall at times lift himself to the exalted mounts; if I shall touch that workman’s arm with some ethereal light; if I shall spread a rainbow over his disastrous set of sun; then against all mortal critics bear me out in it, thou just Spirit of Equality, which has spread one royal mantle of humanity over all my kind! Bear me out in it, thou great democratic God! who didst not refuse to the swart convict, Bunyan, the pale, poetic pearl; Thou who didst clothe with the doubly hammered leaves of finest gold, the stumped and paupered arm of old Cervantes; Thou who didst pick up Andrew Jackson from the pebbles; who didst hurl him upon a war-horse; who didst thunder him higher than a throne! Thou who, in all Thy mighty, earthly marchings, ever cullest Thy selectest champions from the kingly commons; bear me out in it, O God!”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick