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

"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."

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.

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

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

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.