And whichsoever way thou goest, may fortune follow.
One's native land!?there should one live! there die!
I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!
Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.
Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.
The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment.