Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.

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

Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.

Is it possible, after all, that spite of bricks and shaven faces, this world we live in is brimmed with wonders, and I and all mankind, beneath our garbs of common-placeness, conceal enigmas that the stars themselves, and perhaps the highest seraphim can not resolve?

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself

Traveling takes the ink out of one's pen as well as the cash out of one's purse.