Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?

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.

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

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.

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.