One feels 'the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech' in trying to describe things intangible.
Ernest ShackletonNo person who has not spent a period of his life in those 'stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole' will understand fully what trees and flowers, sun-flecked turf and running streams mean to the soul of a man
Ernest ShackletonWe had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
Ernest ShackletonTeachers should be very careful not to spoil their pupils' taste for poetry for all time by making it a task and an imposition.
Ernest Shackleton