No woman has ever stepped on Little America - and we have found it to be the most silent and peaceful place in the world.

A static hero is a public liability. Progress grows out of motion.

A man doesn't begin to attain wisdom until he recognizes that he is no longer indispensable. ~ Ch. 12, last lines of the book.

Part of me remained forever at Latitude 80 degrees 08 minutes South: what survived of my youth, my vanity, perhaps, and certainly my skepticism. On the other h…

'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.

She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you - Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

With blackest moss the flower plots Were thickly crusted, one and all; The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable wall. The broken sh…