We Had Seen God In

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.

We Had Seen God In His Splendors, Heard The Text That Nature Renders. We Had Reached The Naked Soul Of Man.

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

A Man Must Shape Himself To A New Mark Directly The Old One Goes To Ground.

When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.