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.

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.

A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.

If you're a leader, a fellow that other fellows look to, you've got to keep going.

Teachers should be very careful not to spoil their pupils' taste for poetry for all time by making it a task and an imposition.

One feels 'the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech' in trying to describe things intangible.

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