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

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

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

The wise expect nothing, hope for nothing, thus avoiding all disappointment and anxiety.

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

Neglecting small things under the pretext of wanting to accomplish large ones is the excuse of a coward.

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?