An English criminal, you know is always better concealed in London than anywhere else.

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

It is certain," exclaimed my uncle in a tone of triumph. "But silence, do you hear me? silence upon the whole subject; and let no one get before us in this design of discovering the centre of the earth.

Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.

Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.

I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth.