There are men who would be afraid to commit themselves on the doctrine that castor oil is a laxative.

Lightning seems a thought, which instead of being attached to a brain, is attached to an electric current.

The present inhabitation of Mars be a race superior to ours is very probable.

Men have had the vanity to pretend that the whole creation was made for them, while in reality the whole creation does not suspect their existence.

Nature is so varied in its modes of action, so multiple in the manisftations of its power, that we have no night to set any limits to its capabilities.

What, then, is this blue sky, which certainly does exist, and which veils from us the stars during the day?

If the existence of human beings leads to nothing, what is all this comedy about?