“To me the mountain mass lies nobly mute,The whences and the whys I don't dispute.When Nature by and in herself was founded,In purity the earthen sphere she rounded.In summit and in gorge did pleasure seek,And threaded cliff to cliff and peak to peak;Then did she fashion sloping hills at peaceAnd gently down into the vale release.All greens and grows, and to her gay abundanceYour swirling lunacies are sheer redundance.”
“The paths to mountain peaks are ever rugged, but men reach the summits.”
“O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fallFrightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.”
“The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.”
“If I am not crushedby cliff slideI will becomethe summit”
“She had taught herself how to knit, and for the mare's scarf - it was green - she had given herself the best grade possible. And ...''That's silly!' Micha giggled. 'Well, who is the cliff queen, you or me?' Abel asked. 'It isn't my fault if you're giving yourself grades!”