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

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.

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.

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?

Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?