I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.

The food of thy soul is light and space; feed it then on light and space. But the food of thy body is champagne and oysters; feed it then on champagne and oysters; and so shall it merit a joyful resurrection, if there is any to be.

We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are given to the breeze, that follows us out to sea like the baying of a hound.

Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers, and all other grand and lofty things.