How wild it was to let it be.

Every mountain top is within reach if you just keep climbing

Life’s a bit like mountaineering – never look down.

It isn’t the mountains ahead that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.

I’m always looking for a new challenge. There are a lot of mountains to climb out there. When I run out of mountains, I’ll build a new one.

There are two kinds of climbers: those who climb because their heart sings when they’re in the mountains, and all the rest.

Everybody wants to reach the peak, but there is no growth on the top of a mountain. It is in the valley that we slog through the lush grass and rich soil, learning and becoming what enables us to summit life’s next peak.

There is no such sense of solitude as that which we experience upon the silent and vast elevations of great mountains. Lifted high above the level of human sounds and habitations, among the wild expanses and colossal features of Nature, we are thrilled in our loneliness with a strange fear and elation – an ascent above the reach of life’s expectations or companionship, and the tremblings of a wild and undefined misgivings.