Who would not rather believe that his thoughts come from an infinite, self-Sphered, self-constituting thought, than that they rise somehow out of a blank abyss of darkness, and are only thought when he thinks them, which thinking he cannot pre-determine or even foresee?
"David Elginbrod"
George MacDonald
South, the sun moves across the snowy levels in a wheel of fire, for it has scarcely risen full Sphered above the sky-line before it sinks again etching drift and tip of half-buried brush in long lonely fading shadows.
"The Story of the Trapper"
A. C. Laut
The soft white sediments of the sea draw themselves, in process of time, into smooth knots of Sphered symmetry; burdened and strained under increase of pressure, they pass into a nascent marble; scorched by fervent heat, they brighten and blanch into the snowy rock of Paros and Carrara.
"The Ethics of the Dust"
John Ruskin