“The possession of wealth leads almost inevitably to its abuse. It is the chief, …” — Jules Verne

It must be that a man who shuts himself up between four walls must lose the faculty of associating ideas and words.

Everybody knows that the great reversed triangle of land, with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles, upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred and eighty millions of souls.

The body regulates the soul, and, like the balance-wheel, it is submitted to regular oscillations.

In the United States, there is no project so audacious for which people cannot be found to guarantee the cost and find the working expenses.