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.

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

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.

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

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

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