Those that reach their goals perish.

I want to solve a climbing problem in the mountains, not in the sporting goods store.

My market value increases with every outside critisism. Therefore, the frequently raised contention that I am the most highly critisized mountaineer does not disturb me in the slightest.

In my state of spiritual abstraction, I no longer belong to myself and to my eyesight. I am nothing more than a single narrow gasping lung, floating over the mists and summits.

Bolts are the murder of the impossible.

I didn’t go up there to die. I went up there to live.

The wonderful things in life are the things you do, not the things you have.