After Months Of Want And

Life To Me Is The Greatest Of All Games. The Danger Lies In Treating It As A Trivial Game, A Game To Be Taken Lightly, And A Game In Which The Rules Don't Matter Much. The Rules Matter A Great Deal. The Game Has To Be Played Fairly Or It Is No Game At All. And Even To Win The Game Is Not The Chief End. The Chief End Is To Win It Honorably And Splendidly.

One Feels 'the Dearth Of Human Words, The Roughness Of Mortal Speech' In Trying To Describe Things Intangible.

By Endurance We Conquer.

No 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

I Called To The Other Men That The Sky Was Clearing, And Then A Moment Later I Realized That What I Had Seen Was Not A Rift In The Clouds But The White Crest Of An Enormous Wave.