There is something infinitely strong in a mountain. If only a man could mold and nourish something of it within himself. As a Master it is inspiring, as a friend it is faithful in all things. There is no day too bright to alter its face, nor any night too dark to hide its soul. Time brings no change.
Life is the promise of tomorrow, and death is but the prelude to renewal.
Holding all things for all men, a mountain, remains solely his who will allow its roots to be his. It alone is both haven and stepping stone to him who would make use of it and himself. There is something infinitely strong in such a man. Back to Index page O .