Next morning, when I got up, the inside temperature was 300 below zero. The new arrangement was working quite nicely indeed. - Richard E. Byrd

The universe was a cosmos, not a chaos; man was as rightfully a part of that cosmos as were the day and night.

What I had not counted on was discovering how closely a man could come to dying and still not die, or want to die. That, too, was mine; and it also is to the good. For that experience resolved proportions and relationships for me as nothing else could have done; and it is surprising, approaching the final enlightenment, how little one really has to know or feel sure about.

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