"The primordial splendor would tolerate no pettiness; Majesty and power spoke their own language. It thrust deep into me. It pulled and insisted that life was precious - all of life... It cried that all effort was worthwhile; that doubt and fear and discouragement were a desecration of beauty, that hope was always right. It insisted that small achievement was not enough; that hopes and dreams must be large enough to stand up beside those soaring summits and not once bow their heads in shame."
- Catherine Marshall, Christy