If you march your Winter Journeys you will have your reward, so long as all you want is a penguin's egg.

Polar exploration is at once the cleanest and most isolated way of having a bad time which has been devised.

We traveled for science: those three small embryos from Cape Crozier, that weight of fossils from Barkley Island, and that mass of material less spectacular but gathered just as carefully hour by hour, in wind and drift, darkness and cold, was striven for in order that the world may have a little more knowledge, that it may build on what it knows instead of on what it thinks.

Take it all in all, I do not believe anybody on earth has a worse time than an Emperor penguin.

I am glad The Worst Journey is coming out in Penguins: after all it is largely about penguins.

In Antarctica you get to know people so well that in comparison you do not seem to know the people in civilization at all.

I might have speculated on my chances of going to Heaven; but candidly I did not care. I could not have wept if I had tried. I had no wish to review the evils of my past. But the past did seem to have been a bit wasted. The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions: the road to Heaven is paved with lost opportunities.