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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.