Superhuman Effort Isn't Worth A Damn Unless

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.

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

By Endurance We Conquer.

Superhuman Effort Isn't Worth A Damn Unless It Achieves Results.

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