Life Yields Only To The Conqueror.

For All That Has Been, Thank You. For All That Is To Come, Yes!

For All That Has Been, Thanks. To All That Shall Be, Yes.

Do Not Seek Death. Death Will Find You. But Seek The Road Which Makes Death A Fulfillment.

What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not That I Have No One To Share My Burden, But This: I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

Humility Before The Flower At The Timber Line Is The Gate Which Gives Access To The Path Up The Open Fell.