When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.

I Seemed To Vow To Myself That Some Day I Would Go To The Region Of Ice And Snow And Go On And On Till I Came To One Of The Poles Of The Earth, The End Of The Axis Upon Which This Great Round Ball Turns.

Optimism Is True Moral Courage.

The Noise Resembles The Roar Of Heavy, Distant Surf. Standing On The Stirring Ice One Can Imagine It Is Disturbed By The Breathing And Tossing Of A Mighty Giant Below.

From The Sentimental Point Of View, It Is The Last Great Polar Journey That Can Be Made.

I Have Often Marveled At The Thin Line Which Separates Success From Failure.