Anything you can imagine you can make real.

[we see that] science is eminently perfectible, and that each theory has constantly to give way to a fresh one.

How tranquil is a coral tomb, and may the heavens grant that my companions and I be buried in no other!

It is certain," exclaimed my uncle in a tone of triumph. "But silence, do you hear me? silence upon the whole subject; and let no one get before us in this design of discovering the centre of the earth.

The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?

We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.

All great actions return to God, from whom they are derived.