Some men storm imaginary Alps all their lives, and die in the foothills cursing difficulties which do not exist.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If you cannot understand that there is something in man which responds to the challenge of this mountain and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward and forever upward, then you won't see why we go.
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
The mountains are a demanding, cold place, and they don't allow for mistakes.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.
All men die. You may say: 'Is that encouraging?' Surely yes, for when a man dies, his blunders, which are of the form, all die with him, but the things in him that are part of the life never die, although the form be broken.
Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.
Many men owe the grandeur of their lives to their tremendous difficulties.
The brave men die in war. It takes great luck or judgment not to be killed. Once, at least, the head has to bow and the knee has to bend to danger. The soldiers who march back under the triumphal arches are death's deserters.