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.

By endurance we conquer.

When things are easy, I hate it.

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

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.

Optimism is true moral courage.

Difficulties are just things to overcome after all.