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

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.

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.

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

Very few of us are capable of being Free Thinkers, needing neither to adore nor to insult God, the insult often being an act of faith more profound than adoration.

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

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