We die of too much life.

Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.

Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking.

Great towers take time to construct.

The stillness of the calm is awful. His voice begins to grow strange and portentous. He feels it in him like something swallowed too big for the esophagus. It keeps up a sort of involuntary interior humming in him, like a live beetle. His cranium is a dome full of reverberations. The hollows of his very bones are as whispering galleries. He is afraid to speak loud, lest he be stunned; like the man in the bass drum.