Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

by Jules Verne

when the ingenuity of man has multiplied the power of weapons of war,

but hope is so firmly rooted in the heart of man!

However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten for fifteen hours.

Perhaps they did not wish us to tire of these beautiful things.

"Ah! it is a fine death for a sailor!" said Captain Nemo, at last. "A coral tomb makes a quiet grave; and I trust that I and my comrades will find no other."

deceptions, had taken refuge in this inaccessible medium, where he might follow his instincts freely.

Nautilus? Progress is slow, M. Aronnax."

take the trouble to collect these treasures? Who told you that I did not make a good use of it? Do you think I am ignorant that there are suffering beings and oppressed races on this earth, miserable creatures to console, victims to avenge? Do you not understand?"