We men who serve science serve only a reflection in a mirror.

Half of the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need.

In Winter, [the Antarctic] is perhaps the dreariest of places. Our base, Little America, lay in a bowl of ice, near the edge of the Ross Ice Barrier. The temperature fell as low as 72 degrees below zero. One could actually hear one's breath freeze.

Progress grows out of motion.

Solitude is an excellent laboratory in which to observe the extent to which manners and habits are conditioned by others.

We men who serve science serve only a reflection in a mirror.

Patience is what you need in the Antarctic. Wait-Give wind and tide a chance to change.