We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.

Is the Master out of his mind?' she asked me. I nodded. 'And he's taking you with him?' I nodded again. 'Where?' she asked. I pointed towards the centre of the earth. 'Into the cellar?' exclaimed the old servant. 'No,' I said, 'farther down than that.

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one.

Powder is but a thing of yesterday, and war is as old as the human race--unhappily.

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

The sole precoccupation of this learned society was the destruction of humanity for philanthropic reasons and the perfection of weapons as instruments of civilization.

My house is small, but may heaven grant that it is never full of friends.