Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one.

Great robbers always resemble honest folk. Fellows who have rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to remain honest; otherwise, they would be arrested off-hand.

In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.

[we see that] science is eminently perfectible, and that each theory has constantly to give way to a fresh one.

Yes, I could see these enormous elephants, whose trunks were tearing down large boughs, and working in and out the trees like a legion of serpents. I could hear the sounds of the mighty tusks uprooting huge trees!

Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.