Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.

You are one with your skis and nature. This is something that develops not only the body but the soul as well, and it has a deeper meaning for a people than most of us perceive.

The history of the human race is a continual struggle from darkness into light. It is, therefore, to no purpose to discuss the use of knowledge; man wants to know, and when he ceases to do so, is no longer a man.

Is it not in the struggle to obtain knowledge that happiness exists? I am very ignorant, consequently the conditions of happiness are mine.

The difficult is what takes a little time; the impossible is what takes a little longer.

Happiness is the struggle towards a summit and, when it is attained, it is happiness to glimpse new summits on the other side.

Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.