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.

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.

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

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?

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.

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