That which comes slow comes solid.
I seemed to vow to myself that some day I would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till I came to one of the poles of the earth, the end of the axis upon which this great round ball turns.
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.
After months of want and hunger, we suddenly found ourselves able to have meals fit for the gods, and with appetites the gods might have envied.
From the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.
Men Wanted for Dangerous Expedition: Low Wages for Long Hours of Arduous Labour under Brutal Conditions; Months of Continual Darkness and Extreme Cold; Great Risk to Life and Limb from Disease, Accidents and Other Hazards; Small Chance of Fame in Case of Success.
I chose life over death for myself and my friends. . . I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure would be not to explore at all.
You must not be afraid of playing wrong notes. Just forget it, play it wrong! But play!
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
It is difficult to believe in a religion that places such a high premium on chastity and virginity.
For me, touring is about looking after myself.