As for difficulties," replied Ferguson, in a serious tone, "they were made to be overcome.

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.

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.

There are no impossible obstacles; there are just stronger and weaker wills, that’s all!

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

He believed in it, as certain good women believe in the leviathan-by faith, not by reason.

How many things have been denied one day, only to become realities the next!

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.

Anything you can imagine you can make real.

All that is impossible remains to be accomplished.

We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.

To yield to Resistance deforms our spirit. It stunts us and makes us less than we are and were born to be.

Sometimes I think I could have got some better results if I had a different mentality; if I could have pushed hard and attacked. But then I would have had a good chance of making a mistake.

The only purpose of advertising is to make sales. It is profitable or unprofitable according to its actual sales.

All souls were created in the beginning and are finding their way back to whence they came.

The love you liberate in your work is the love you keep.

Of course, the English countryside is completely artificial. It was naturally a forest; they chopped down the trees and made it into what it is now: really a beautiful country.

As long as the decent people refuse to believe that morality must manifest itself in every sphere of human activity, including the political, they will not meet the challenge of Marxism.

Democracy is always, by nature and constitution, the triumph of mediocrity.

In 1998, I started a blog, something I could control very easily and update at my own whim.

Whoever marries the spirit of the times must soon become a widower.