The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?

In presence of Nature's grand convulsions man is powerless.

It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

Everything is possible for an eccentric, especially when he is English.

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. 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.

The cold, increased by the tremendous speed, deprived them of the power of speech.