Poets are like proverbs: you can always find one to contradict another.

How tranquil is a coral tomb, and may the heavens grant that my companions and I be buried in no other!

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth.

In presence of Nature's grand convulsions man is powerless.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

Ah, monsieur, to live in the bosom of the sea! Only there can independence be found! There I recognize no master! There I am free!

But to find, all at once, right before your eyes, that the impossible had been mysteriously achieved by man himself: this staggers the mind!