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

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

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

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

The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet.

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

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.