What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?
Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one.
Wherever he saw a hole he always wanted to know the depth of it. To him this was important.
Science, my lad, has been built upon many errors; but they are errors which it was good to fall into, for they led to the truth.
In presence of Nature's grand convulsions man is powerless.
Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.