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

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.

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.

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

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

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