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It is not down in any map; true places never are.

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

Herman Melville
Nature, Travel, Home
Herman Melville (1892). “Moby Dick”, p.57

The Navy is the asylum for the perverse, the home of the unfortunate. Here the sons of adversity meet the children of calamity, and here the children of calamity meet the offspring of sin.

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Children, Home, Adversity
Herman Melville (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Herman Melville (Illustrated)”, p.4823, Delphi Classics

flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.

Herman Melville
Home, Doe, Safe
Herman Melville (2009). “Billy Budd and Other Tales”, p.251, Penguin

The pleasure of leaving home, care-free, with no concern but to enjoy, has also as a pendant the pleasure of coming back to the old hearthstone, the home to which, however traveled, the heart still fondly turns, ignoring the burden of its anxieties and cares.

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Travel, Home, Heart
Herman Melville, Harrison Hayford, G. Thomas Tanselle (1987). “Piazza Tales and Other Prose Pieces, 1839-1860: Volume Nine, Scholarly Edition”, p.422, Northwestern University Press

For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts, to welcome such glad-hearted visitants . . .

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Girl, Home, Dancing
Herman Melville (2008). “Moby-Dick”, p.137, Velvet Element Books

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