We Had Seen God In His Splendors,

One Feels 'the Dearth Of Human Words, The Roughness Of Mortal Speech' In Trying To Describe Things Intangible.

Now My Eyes Are Turned From The South To The North, And I Want To Lead One More Expedition. This Will Be The Last... To The North Pole.

If I Had Not Some Strength Of Will I Would Make A First Class Drunkard.

Life To Me Is The Greatest Of All Games. The Danger Lies In Treating It As A Trivial Game, A Game To Be Taken Lightly, And A Game In Which The Rules Don't Matter Much. The Rules Matter A Great Deal. The Game Has To Be Played Fairly Or It Is No Game At All. And Even To Win The Game Is Not The Chief End. The Chief End Is To Win It Honorably And Splendidly.

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.