I think I understand that religious faith which makes the holy brave and strong; my strength is just somewhere else--it's in myself...I do not fear what may await me, though I'm equally confident that nothing awaits.

At long last he was unencumbered, emancipated from the stifling world of his parents and peers, a world of abstraction and security and material excess, a world in which he felt grievously cut off from the raw throb of existence.

My reasoning, if one can call it that, was inflamed by the scatter shot passions of youth and a literary diet overly rich in the works of Nietzshe, Kerouac, and John Menlove Edwards.

But now that I was finally here, standing on the summit of Mount Everest, I just couldn't summon the energy to care.

Mountains make poor receptacles for dreams.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.

HAPPINESS is ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED