Solitude, isolation, are painful things, and beyond human endurance.

As long as the heart beats, as long as body and soul keep together, I cannot admit that any creature endowed with a will has need to despair of life.

Everything is possible for an eccentric, especially when he is English.

The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment.

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

Ah, monsieur, to live in the bosom of the sea! Only there can independence be found! There I recognize no master! There I am free!

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