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

With its untold depths, couldn't the sea keep alive such huge specimens of life from another age, this sea that never changes while the land masses undergo almost continuous alteration? Couldn't the heart of the ocean hide the last–remaining varieties of these titanic species, for whom years are centuries and centuries millennia?

The wisest man may be a blind father.

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.

It may be taken for granted that, rash as the Americans are, when they are prudent there is good reason for it.

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

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?