I see that it is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new
Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
All that is impossible remains to be accomplished.
An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else.
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.