Your story is not a picture of life; it lacks the elements of truth. And why? Simply because you run straight on to the end; because you do not analyze. Your heroes do this thing or that from this or...
Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.
Saturne neuf cents fois plus gros, le volume de Jupiter
Era uno di quegli esseri bizzarri che il Creatore inventa per capriccio e di cui spezza subito lo stampo.
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.
The Ranee was killed in a hand to hand fight before Gwalior. This famous queen, who was devoted to the Nabob, and was his most faithful companion during the insurrection, fell by the hand of Sir Edwar...
Science, my boy, is made up of mistakes; but of mistakes which lead to the discovery of truth. And
His countenance had resumed its habitual imperturbability.
Neither did
The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and life-giving. It is an immense desert place where man is never lonely, for he senses the weaving of Creati...
Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every obstacle imposed alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement of the times of departure and arrival, which was impossible, was absolutely n...
Ah! Young people, travel if you can, and if you cannot - travel all the same!
What is there unreasonable in admitting the intervention of a supernatural power in the most ordinary circumstances of life?
He was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand years without growing old.
[...] Il professore lasciò la propria camera, armato di quel violino da tasca che si chiama pochette, per essere pronto ad ogni evento; salì lo scalone del palazzo, coi piedi in posizione accademica,...
One of my objectives is learning more than is absolutely necessary.
Les murs n’ont été inventés que pour agacer les savants. Il ne devrait y avoir de murs nulle part.
I've been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider, when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like Blondin. Then I got to be a professor of gymnastics, so as to make better use of my talents;...
I looked at his intelligent forehead, furrowed with premature wrinkles, produced probably by misfortune and sorrow. I tried to learn the secret of his life from the last words that escaped his lips.
But what then? What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from this long and weary journey? Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who, strange as it...