If by chance this were the last of its race, would it not be better to spare it—in the interest of science?
[...] atâta vreme cât îi bate inima, atâta vreme cât trupul îi este viu, nu admit ca o ființă înzestrată cu voință să se lase cuprinsă de disperare!
While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert...that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a man's flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself t...
We must look upon what is to occur as having already occurred, and see nothing but the present in the future, for the future is but the present a little farther on.
We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.
There is the disadvantage of not knowing all languages, said Conseil, or the disadvantage of not having one universal language.
There are no impossible obstacles; there are just stronger and weaker wills, that’s all!
The best plan of all, said I, would certainly be to carry one’s house with one. Oh you snail! cried Banks. My friend, replied I, a snail who could leave his shell, and return to it at pleasure, wo...
Suppose we save this woman. Save the woman, Mr. Fogg! I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to that. Why, you are a man of heart! Sometimes, replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; when I have th...
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...
Nebraska,
Mr. Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake of playing.
Like snails, we were fixed to our shells, and I declare it is easy to lead a snail's life.
Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8.45 p.m. Reached Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 7.20 a.m. Left Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 a.m. Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, October 4th, at 6.35 a.m. L...
In two days there won't be a single leak, and our boat will have no more water in her than there is in the stomach of a drunkard.
If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning.
I am not what you call a civilised man! I have done with society entirely, for reasons which I alone have the right of appreciating. I do not, therefore, obey its laws, and I desire you never to allud...
Cheers for Edgar Poe!
At Kiel, as elsewhere, a day goes by somehow or other.
And whichsoever way thou goest, may fortune follow.