Do not talk to me of Archimedes' lever. He was an absent-minded person with a mathematical imagination. Mathematics commands my respect, but I have no use for engines. Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.