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

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

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

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

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

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

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