Man is never perfect nor contented.

The distance between the earth and her satellite is a mere trifle, and undeserving of serious consideration. I am convinced that before twenty years are over one-half of our earth will have paid a visit to the moon.

It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part of his programme

The wisest man may be a blind father.

How many things have been denied one day, only to become realities the next!