Any man brought up in the colonies can get his tongue round American, and I flattered myself I made a very fair shape at the lingo of the Middle West.
The wind had gone to the south and the snow was melting fast.

There was a blue sky above Asia, and away to the north masses of white cloud drifting over the Black Sea.

What had seemed the day before the dingiest of cities now took on a strange beauty, the beauty of unexpected horizons and tongues of grey water winding below cypress-studded shores.

A man's temper has a lot to do with his appreciation of scenery.

I felt a free man once more, and could use my eyes.
That street was a jumble of every nationality on earth.