My friends, that man is the most utterly unhappy man that was ever human.

It may be his digestion, or his conscience, or his nerves, or his philosophy of the universe, but he's damned, he's in hell! Well, I can't turn on a man like that, and hunt him down.

It's like whipping a leper.
I may be mad, but that's how I feel; and there's jolly well the end of it." "I don't think you're mad," said Syme.

"I knew you would decide like that when first you--" "Eh ?" said Dr.Bull.
"When first you took off your spectacles." Dr.Bull smiled a little, and strolled across the deck to look at the sunlit sea.

Then he strolled back again, kicking his heels carelessly, and a companionable silence fell between the three men.
"Well," said Syme, "it seems that we have all the same kind of morality or immorality, so we had better face the fact that comes of it." "Yes," assented the Professor, "you're quite right; and we must hurry up, for I can see the Grey Nose standing out from France." "The fact that comes of it," said Syme seriously, "is this, that we three are alone on this planet.