It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man

Ah, monsieur, to live in the bosom of the sea! Only there can independence be found! There I recognize no master! There I am free!

Man is never perfect nor contented.

It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

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