Now my eyes are turned from the South to the North, and I want to lead one more Expedition. This will be the last... to the North Pole.

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

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.

Men Wanted for Dangerous Expedition: Low Wages for Long Hours of Arduous Labour under Brutal Conditions; Months of Continual Darkness and Extreme Cold; Great Risk to Life and Limb from Disease, Accidents and Other Hazards; Small Chance of Fame in Case of Success.

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.

Now my eyes are turned from the South to the North, and I want to lead one more Expedition. This will be the last... to the North Pole.