Therever fortune clears a way, thither our ready footsteps stray.

The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?

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

It must be, for there is a logic to everything on this earth and nothing is done without a reason, that God sometimes lets scientists discover.

He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the spirit.

So is man's heart. The desire to perform a work which will endure, which will survive him, is the origin of his superiority over all other living creatures here below. It is this which has established his dominion, and this it is which justifies it, over all the world.

I see that it is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new