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

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?

In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.

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.

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

The colonists had no library at their disposal; but the engineer was a book which was always at hand, always open at the page which one wanted, a book which answered all their questions, and which they often consulted.

Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!