It is better for us to see the destination we wish to reach, than the point of departure.
From a caprice of nature, not from the ignorance of man. Not a mistake has been made in the working. But we cannot prevent equilibrium from producing its effects. We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
When I saw myself thus wholly cut off from human succour, incapable of attempting anything for my deliverance, I thought of heavenly succour. Memories of my childhood, of my mother... came back to me. I began to pray, little as I deserved that God should know me when I had forgotten Him so long; and I prayed fervently.
It was marvellous, a feast for the eyes, this complication of coloured tints, a perfect kaleidoscope of green, yellow, orange, violet, indigo, and blue; in one word, the whole palette of an enthusiastic colourist!
If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed that there is something good in eccentricity.
That Indian, sir, is an inhabitant of an oppressed country; and I am still, and shall be, to my last breath, one of them!
One of my objectives is learning more than is absolutely necessary.
As for seeing the town, the idea never occurred to him, for he was the sort of Englishman who, on his travels, gets his servant to do his sightseeing for him.
Science, my boy, is made up of mistakes; but of mistakes which lead to the discovery of truth.
Death, the beginning of eternal things, is only the end of earthly cares. -Priest.
Almighty God! enough! enough!
Wait a few minutes, our lantern will be lit, and, if you like light places, you will be satisfied.
However strange his destiny may be, it is also sublime! I myself have understood that much. Did I not also live this unnatural life for ten months? Thus, to that question asked six thousand years ago by Ecclesiastes, ‘That which is far off, and exceedingly deep, who can find it out?’ only two men now have the right to answer: Captain Nemo and myself.
When science has uttered her voice, let babblers hold their peace.
Monsieur is going to leave home?” “Yes,” returned Phileas Fogg. “We are going round the world.
I looked at his intelligent forehead, furrowed with premature wrinkles, produced probably by misfortune and sorrow. I tried to learn the secret of his life from the last words that escaped his lips.
Yes, forgotten by all else, but not by us.
Huzza for the Queen! Huzza for Old England!
What human being would ever have conceived the idea of such a journey? and, if such a person really existed, he must be an idiot, whom one would shut up in a lunatic ward, rather than within the walls of the projectile.
I am the law, and I am the judge!