Now My Eyes Are Turned

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

After 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.

When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.

Men Wanted For Dangerous Expedition: Low Wages For Long Hours Of Arduous Labour Under Brutal Conditions; Months Of Continual Darkness And Extreme Cold; Great Risk To Life And Limb From Disease, Accidents And Other Hazards; Small Chance Of Fame In Case Of Success.

I Thought You'd Rather Have A Live Donkey Than A Dead Lion.