Bless my soul, Sir, will you Britons not credit that an American can be a gentleman, & have read the Waverly Novels, tho every dig...it may have been in the tar-bucket?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He was begotten in the galley and born under a gun. Every hair was a rope yarn, every finger a fish-hook, every tooth a marline-sp...ike, and his blood right good Stockholm tar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety... On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained In the hollow round of my skull. And God said Shall these bones live? shall these Bones live?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast. Its fit hour of activity is night. Its actions are insane like i...ts whole constitution. It persecutes a principle; it would whip a right; it would tar and feather justice, by inflicting fire and outrage upon the houses and persons of those who have these. It resembles the prank of boys, who run with fire-engines to put out the ruddy aurora streaming to the stars.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas for America as I must so often say, the ungirt, the diffuse, the profuse, procumbent, one wide ground juniper, out of which n...o cedar, no oak will rear up a mast to the clouds! It all runs to leaves, to suckers, to tendrils, to miscellany. The air is loaded with poppy, with imbecility, with dispersion, & sloth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, ...stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Those times I mussed his curly black hair and touched his ten tar-fingers... and swallowed down his whiskey breath. Red. Red. Father, you are blood red. Father, we are two birds on fire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »