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 chose life over death for myself and my friends... I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure would be not to explore at all.

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.

Difficulties are just things to overcome after all.

After the conquest of the South Pole by Amundsen who, by a narrow margin of days only, was in advance of the British Expedition under Scott, there remained but one great main object of Antarctic journeying - the crossing of the South Polar continent from sea to sea

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