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

Nature has a language of its own, or maybe those who have lived long in solitude read in it their own unconscious inner feelings and mysterious foreknowledge.

One must be very strong, or very stupid, or completely exhausted to face life with indifference.

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?

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

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

Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.