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

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.

If I Had Not Some Strength Of Will I Would Make A First Class Drunkard.

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.

I Have Often Marveled At The Thin Line Which Separates Success From Failure.