Sunlight is painting. >>
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the lif >>
See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip >>
America has run the world for at least the past 50 years, and when you >>
America: It's like Britain, only with buttons. >>
America is neither free nor brave, but a land of tight, iron-clanking >>
No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.