The man coming back from the hard mountain trip is a wiser being, calmer and radiating inside. I'd say momentary liberated.

I don't like egocentricity, which is something that I have arduously battled in myself my entire life.

Beauty is the door to another world.

Every type of evil we've got in us is the result of that one true illness of the human mind - that is, of being self-centered.

I like to describe Himalayan climbing as a kind of art of suffering. Just pushing, pushing yourself to your limits.

In this way the climber faces his second deadly threat. The first is naturally the risk of killing the. Second is immersed in the deceitfulness of mental and believing that you are worth as much as the public image.

I see one single suitable role for my life's work: for it to be a gift to others.