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.

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

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.

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?

Neglecting small things under the pretext of wanting to accomplish large ones is the excuse of a coward.