Beauty is the door to another world.

Classic mountaineering grows out of a traditional romantic imagination. Its heart is the feeling, its path is blood, sweat and tears, and its restriction is God.

Great effort, fear and suffering sweet all the worthless chaff out of us.

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

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.

The mountains are exceptional places for, as the natural environment is concerned, they are the concentration of the wildest possible variety of all natural phenomena and forms. They are somehow a concentration of the truth of nature or even I'd say its essence.

Whenever a climber leaves the known paths, he enters an area without rules or routines... The only advice comes from deep inside the self.