When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.

We Had Seen God In His Splendors, Heard The Text That Nature Renders. We Had Reached The Naked Soul Of Man.

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

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.

I Called To The Other Men That The Sky Was Clearing, And Then A Moment Later I Realized That What I Had Seen Was Not A Rift In The Clouds But The White Crest Of An Enormous Wave.

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