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?

The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment.

It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning...and let anything better come as a surprise.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

It is not new continents the earth needs, but new men.

Anything a man can imagine, another can create

The colonists had no library at their disposal; but the engineer was a book which was always at hand, always open at the page which one wanted, a book which answered all their questions, and which they often consulted.