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

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.

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.

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

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

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.