One's native land!?there should one live! there die!

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

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?

Anything a man can imagine, another can create

The earth does not need new continents, but new men.

On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man

If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning.