Around The World In 80 Days

Why, you are a man of heart!" "Sometimes," replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; "when I have the time.

solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs.

Mr. Fix,” said the consul, “I like your way of talking, and hope you’ll succeed; but I fear you will find it far from easy. Don’t you see, the description which you have there has a singular resemblance to an honest man?” “Consul,” remarked the detective, dogmatically, “great robbers always resemble honest folks. Fellows who have rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to remain honest; otherwise they would be arrested off-hand. The artistic thing is, to unmask honest countenances; it’s no light task, I admit, but a real art.” Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-conceit.

He visited her regularly each day at certain hours, not so much to talk himself as to sit and hear her talk

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis his design of going round the world, nor the circumstances under which he set out; and the general only saw in the wager a useless eccentricity, and a lack of sound common-sense. In the way this strange gentleman was going on, he would leave the world without having done any good to himself or anybody else.

Günün birinde, güneşin benim saate göre doğmaya karar vereceğinden emindim zaten !..

Ah, happiness court’s the light, so we deem the world is gay; but misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.