From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives

Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden

Time does not relinquish its rights, either over human beings or over mountains

The human mind will not be confined to any limits.

One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a human.