Pastoral Resources

It is said that many children who live in the central provinces, away from the ocean, have a great longing to see it. I who had never been away from the monotonous country surrounding us looked forward eagerly to seeing the mountains.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

It's wonderful to be back. Back among the mountains that remind us of our vulnerability, our ultimate lack of control over the world we live in. Mountains that demand humility, and yield so much peace in return.

There are two kinds of climbers, those who climb because their heart sings when they're in the mountains, and all the rest.

You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.

Our task, regarding creativity, is to help children climb their own mountains, as high as possible. No one can do more.

The highest of the world's mountains, it seems, has to make but a single gesture of magnificence to be the lord of all, vast in unchallenged and isolated supremacy.

I think it's an individual thing. Your mountains are my molehills.

I also used to work in the Catskill Mountains as a bus boy, and I performed in talent shows.

Mountains culminate in peaks, and nations in men.

I would like to thank the people who encouraged me to draw army cartoons at a time when the gag man's conception of the army was one of mean ole sergeants and jeeps which jump over mountains.

As the contest proceeded, public interest increased and the entire country watched to see which company would win the big government subsidies through the mountains.

I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.

You have to go through those mountains and valleys - because that's what life is: soul growth.

On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.

Growing up in Denver, I'm sure it started with loving the Colorado mountains.

From the bitter cold winter at Valley Forge, to the mountains of Afghanistan and the deserts of Iraq, our soldiers have courageously answered when called, gone where ordered, and defended our nation with honor.