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.

I have often marveled at the thin line which separates success from failure.

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.

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.

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

Superhuman effort isn't worth a damn unless it achieves results.

Optimism is the true moral courage