O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

But some climbs you have to make alone.

I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom

Protestants believe that the sacraments are like ladders that God gave to us by which we can climb up to Him. Catholics believe that they are like ladders that God gave to Himself by which He climbs down to us.

"Imagine that one day you are out for a walk in the woods. Suddenly you see a small spaceship on the path in front of you. A tiny Martian climbs out the spaceship and stands on the ground looking up at you?

You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.

So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?

I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.

O sweet delusive Noon Which the morning climbs to find O moment sped too soon And morning left behind.

Nobody climbs mountains for scientific reasons. Science is used to raise money for the expeditions but you really climb for the hell of it.

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rhyme to a high wire of his own making.