Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

An intense copper calm, like a universal yellow lotus, was more and more unfolding its noiseless measureless leaves upon the sea.

Immortality is but ubiquity in time.

Aye, aye! and I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up.

The man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.

The western spirit is, or will yet be (for no other is, or can be) the true American one.