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.

Difficulties are just things to overcome, after all.

A dish fit for the gods.

Superhuman effort isn't worth a damn unless it achieves results.

The 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.

If I had not some strength of will I would make a first class drunkard.