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

I am nothing to you but Captain Nemo; and you and your companions are nothing to me but the passengers of the Nautilus.

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

It's really useful to travel, if you want to see new things.

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.

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

What use are the best of arguments when they can be destroyed by force?