By Endurance We Conquer.

I Thought You'd Rather Have A Live Donkey Than A Dead Lion.

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.

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.

Loneliness Is The Penalty Of Leadership, But The Man Who Has To Make The Decisions Is Assisted Greatly If He Feels That There Is No Uncertainty In The Minds Of Those Who Follow Him, And That His Orders Will Be Carried Out Confidently And In The Expectation Of Success.

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