Science, my boy, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.
It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning…and let anything better come as a surprise.
Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.
Why, you are a man of heart!””Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly. “When I have the time.
Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.
[we see that] science is eminently perfectible, and that each theory has constantly to give way to a fresh one.
But in the cause of science men are expected to suffer.
Science, great, mighty and in the end unerring, science has fallen into many errors – errors which have been fortunate and useful rather than otherwise, for they have been the steppingstones to truth.
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.
In the meantime, there is not an hour to lose. I am about to visit the public library.
The sea is only the embodiment of asupernatural and wonderful existence.It is nothing but love and emotionit is the ‘Living Infinite…
In the course of time, Michael Strogoff reached a high station in the Empire. But it is not the history of his success, but the history of his trials, which deserves to be related.
Friend,” replied Michael Strogoff, “Heaven reward thee for all thou hast done for me!””Only fools expect reward on earth,” replied the mujik.
It is only when you suffer that you truly understand.
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;…Truly, would you not for less than that go around the world?
I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!
…why, I’ve just this instant found out… that we might have gone around the world in only seventy-eight days.
Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.
Death, the beginning of eternal things, is only the end of earthly cares. -Priest
Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning.
Aures habent et non audient` – `They have ears but hear not
One of my objectives is learning more than is absolutely necessary.
I wanted to protect my professorial dignity and not lay myself open to laughter from the Americans, who when they do laugh, laugh raucously
Before all masters, necessity is the one most listened to, and who teaches the best.
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.
God, if he believed in Him, and his conscience, if he had one, were the only judges to whom he was answerable.
Science, my lad, has been built upon many errors; but they are errors which it was good to fall into, for they led to the truth.
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.
Everything great in science and art is simple. What can be less complicated than the greatest discoveries of humanity – gravitation, the compass, the printing press, the steam engine, the electric telegraph?
It is for others one must learn to do everything for there lies the secret of happiness.
With happiness as with health: to enjoy it, one should be deprived of it occasionally.
The industrial stomach cannot live without coal industry is a carbonivorous animal and must have its proper food.
What is there unreasonable in admitting the intervention of a supernatural power in the most ordinary circumstances of life?
Ah! Young people, travel if you can, and if you cannot – travel all the same!
I seriously believed that my last hour was approaching, and yet, so strange is imagination, all I thought of was some childish hypothesis or other. In such circumstances, you do not choose your own thoughts. They overcome you.
In consequence of inventing machines, men will be devoured by them.
We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.