We now know most things that can be measured in this world, except the bounds of human ambition!
As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part of his programme
He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit.
When the mind once allows a doubt to gain entrance, the value of deeds performed grow less, their character changes, we forget the past and dread the future.
An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else.
We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.