But ice-crunching and loud gum-chewing, together with drumming on tables, and whistling the same tune seventy times in succession,... because they indicate an indifference on the part of the perpetrator to the rest of the world in general, are not only registered on the delicate surfaces of the brain but eat little holes in it until it finally collapses or blows up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whist Partner: Great Caesar's Ghost. A woman! In the Club. Phileas Fogg: My dear, I must ask you to leave these precincts at ...once. No woman has ever set foot in the Club. Aouda: Why not? Phileas Fogg: Because that could spell the end of the British Empire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'm darned if I understand you city folks. Always rushing, rushing. Always thinking about the future. No wonder you have stomach t...rouble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Speed is good only when wisdom leads the way. The end of this journey, whether to the high horizons of hope or the depths of destr...uction, will be determined by the collective wisdom of the people who live on this shrinking planet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Aouda: Mr. Fogg, why must you be so ... so British? Phileas Fogg: Madam, I am what I am.... Aouda: No. You're kind and warm and generous.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should ...be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda;" or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed,... in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties and humour are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the wo...rld in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »