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.

Stupidity is falling pray to your own illusions.

Difficult struggle in mountaineering is our rise above himself, is the voice of freedom.

Other extremely alluring traits in people are simplicity and naturalness. Simplicity and naturalness are never painfully obvious qualities, and yet which I come across them in a person, I get this sense of a firm foundation and of a direct access to truth.

Beauty is the door to another world.

I just have a dream mountain under the eyelids, this is my breath, my life.

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