I do not know what ‘moss’ stands for in the proverb , but if it stood for useful knowledge… I gathered more moss by rolling than I ever did at school.
ERNEST SHACKLETONI do not know what ‘moss’ stands for in the proverb , but if it stood for useful knowledge… I gathered more moss by rolling than I ever did at school.
ERNEST SHACKLETONFrom the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.
ERNEST SHACKLETONTeachers should be very careful not to spoil their pupils’ taste for poetry for all time by making it a task and an imposition.
ERNEST SHACKLETONI chose life over death for myself and my friends. I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure would be not to explore at all.
ERNEST SHACKLETONDifficulties are just things to overcome after all.
ERNEST SHACKLETONA man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.
ERNEST SHACKLETONNo 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
ERNEST SHACKLETONWe had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
ERNEST SHACKLETONIf I had not some strength of will I would make a first class drunkard.
ERNEST SHACKLETONAfter months of want and hunger, we suddenly found ourselves able to have meals fit for the gods, and with appetites the gods might have envied.
ERNEST SHACKLETONI have often marveled at the thin line which separates success from failure.
ERNEST SHACKLETONWhen things are easy, I hate it.
ERNEST SHACKLETONNow 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.
ERNEST SHACKLETONThe noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.
ERNEST SHACKLETONOne feels ‘the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech’ in trying to describe things intangible.
ERNEST SHACKLETONI thought you’d rather have a live donkey than a dead lion.
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