Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?

Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.

The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.

Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.

The real, in all this efforts, is that we climb just for climbing.

Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?

Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.