There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow nor storm nor impassable roads nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. Furthermore, he never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank.

— Jules Verne

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.

— Jules Verne

The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and life-giving. It is an immense desert place where man is never lonely, for he senses the weaving of Creation on every hand. It is the physical embodiment of a supernatural existence... For the sea is itself nothing but love and emotion. It is the Living Infinite, as one of your poets has said. Nature manifests herself in it, with her three kingdoms: mineral, vegetable, and animal. The ocean is the vast reservoir of Nature.

— Jules Verne

The sea is only the embodiment of supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion it is the ‘Living Infinite...

— Jules Verne

The Yankees, the first technicians in the world, are engineers - just as the Italians are musicians and the Germans metaphysicians - by right of birth. Nothing is more natural, therefore, than to perceive them applying their audacious ingenuity to the science of gunnery.

— Jules Verne

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

— Jules Verne

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.

— Jules Verne

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

— Jules Verne

[we see that] science is eminently perfectible, and that each theory has constantly to give way to a fresh one.

— Jules Verne

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.

— Jules Verne