With its untold depths, couldn't the sea keep alive such huge specimens of life from another age, this sea that never changes while the land masses undergo almost continuous alteration? Couldn't the heart of the ocean hide the last -- remaining varieties of these titanic species, for whom years are centuries and centuries millennia?

And whichsoever way thou goest, may fortune follow.

The body regulates the soul, and, like the balance-wheel, it is submitted to regular oscillations.

I have always fancied that the end of the world will be when some enormous boiler, heated to three thousand millions of atmospheric pressure, shall explode and blow up the globe. ... They the Americans are great boilermakers.

On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man.

Is the Master out of his mind?' she asked me. I nodded. 'And he's taking you with him?' I nodded again. 'Where?' she asked. I pointed towards the centre of the earth. 'Into the cellar?' exclaimed the old servant. 'No,' I said, 'farther down than that.

Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.

Oh, figures!' answered Ned. 'You can make figures do whatever you want.

'Movement is life;' and it is well to be able to forget the past, and kill the present by continual change.

It is certain that the inanimate objects by which you are surrounded have a direct action on the brain.

It may be taken for granted that, rash as Americans usually are, when they are prudent, there is good reason for it.

When I returned to partial life my face was wet with tears. How long that state of insensibility had lasted I cannot say. I had no means now of taking account of time. Never was solitude equal to this, never had any living being been so utterly forsaken.

Science, my boy, is composed of errors, but errors that it is right to make, for they lead step by step to the truth.

However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten.

The cold, increased by the tremendous speed, deprived them of the power of speech.

Music is no longer tasted it is swallowed.

Well, I thought I was so tranquil! I need to give up that illusion! There is decidedly no rest to be had in this world.

The regions of the North Pole situated within the eighty-fourth degree of north latitude have not yet been utilized, for the very good reason that they have not yet been discovered.

In spite of the opinions of certain narrow-minded people who would shut up the human race upon this globe, we shall one day travel to the Moon, the planets, and the stars with the same facility, rapidity and certainty as we now make the ocean voyage from Liverpool to New York.

It is for others one must learn to do everything; for there lies the secret of happiness.