Immortality is but ubiquity in time.

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

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.

The starred and stately nights seemed haughty dames in jewelled velvets, nursing at home in lonely pride, the memory of their absent conquering Earls, the golden helmeted suns!

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.

That great America on the other side of the sphere, Australia.

Climate of Egypt in winter is the reign of spring upon earth, & summer in the air, and tranquility in the heat.