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

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

Guard against idols -- yes, guard against all idols, of which surely the greatest is oneself.

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.

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.