We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

Difficulties are just things to overcome, after all.

Superhuman effort isn't worth a damn unless it achieves results.

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.

If I had not some strength of will I would make a first class drunkard.

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.