Suffering raises up those souls that are truly great; it is only small souls that are made mean-spirited by it.

Work cannot convey the almost voluptuous sweetness of the feelings experienced ... in solitude.

All things are aggregations of atoms that dance & by their movement produce sound. When the rhythm of the dance changes, the sound it produces also changes... Each atom perpetually sings its song, and the sound at every moment creates dense subtle forms.

As a stoic I must despise injury or, rather, I must not feel it, must not be affected by it so that it cannot violate the freedom of my soul.

There is nothing truly serious in life. All words sound hollow when one listens to them carefully.

The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet.

To the one who knows how to look and feel, every moment of this free wandering life is an enchantment.