"Until I dicover the meaning of this sentence, I will neither eat nor sleep. "My dear uncle-" I began. "Nor you either," he added." - Jules Verne

Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.

The thunderbolt without the reverberations of thunder would frighten man but little, though the danger lies in the lightning, not in the noise.

Many come to seek fortunes who only find trouble and sorrow, and then they throw the blame on chance, and forget the true cause is their own idleness and vice and want of commonsense. Whoever is sober and industrious, honest and economical, gets on.