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- Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
- They crown'd him long ago
- On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
- With a diadem of snow.
- Mountains interpos'd
- Make enemies of nations, who had else,
- Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
- 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
- And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope
It's not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.
EDMUND HILLARY, O Magazine, Apr. 2007
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE, "The Notch of the White Mountains," Sketches from Memory
The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.
THOMAS WOLFE, Look Homeward, Angel
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