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

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

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

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.

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

Very few of us are capable of being Free Thinkers, needing neither to adore nor to insult God, the insult often being an act of faith more profound than adoration.

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