“On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man”

“Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.”

“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.”

“Ned Land: I wouldn't be surprised if they were cannibals; but I can assure you they won't eat me without my having something to say about it!Conseil: Keep calm, Ned, keep calm. You're getting angry before there is any need to. We're not in the pot yet!”

“- Eh bien, monsieur le naturaliste, demanda le Canadien d’un ton légèrement goguenard, et cette Méditerranée?- Nous flottons à sa surface, ami Ned.- Hein! Fit Conseil, cette nuit même?...- Oui, cette nuit même, en quelques minutes, nous avons franchi cet isthme infranchissable.- Je n’en crois rien, répondit le Canadien.- Et vous avez tort, maître Land, repris-je. Cette côte basse qui s’arrondit vers le sud est la côte égyptienne.- À d’autres, monsieur, répliqua l’entêté Canadien.”

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

“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures; and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor.”