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

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

The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet.

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

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.

"To fashion stars out of dog dung, that is the Great Work. To take a negative experience and, by comparing it to something worse, make it feel good, is the great skill."

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