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.

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

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

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.