He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit.

When I returned to partial life my face was wet with tears. How long that state of insensibility had lasted I cannot say. I had no means now of taking account of time. Never was solitude equal to this, never had any living being been so utterly forsaken.

Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.

Everything is possible for an eccentric, especially when he is English.

The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings.

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.

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?