All rising to great place is by a winding stair.

Climb the stairway of your imagination

Pass in, pass in, the angels say, In to the upper doors; Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to Paradise By the stairway of surprise.

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

Life is like a staircase. Some climb it, others stumble and fall, but those who reach the top realize the true worth of their journey.

I like to think of stairs, if I may. Stairs because we have climbed a few steps, but a lot more steps remain to be climbed on the way up to the top.

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

Every mountain is, rightly considered, an invitation to climb.

Retirement is an upward path that leads to new heights

Heaven is not reached at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit, round by round.

To look at the height of Snäfell it seemed impossible to reach the summit. But after an hours' fatigue and athletic exercise, a sort of staircase suddenly appeared in the midst of the vast carpet of snow lying on the croup of the volcano, and this greatly simplified our ascent. (p. 73)

The path to heaven lies through heaven, and all the way to heaven is heaven.

Every step of the way to heaven is heaven.

And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny.