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

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?

As for difficulties," replied Ferguson, in a serious tone, "they were made to be overcome.

The Great Architect of the universe built it of good firm stuff.

Wherever he saw a hole he always wanted to know the depth of it. To him this was important.

The cold, increased by the tremendous speed, deprived them of the power of speech.

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