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.

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.

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

One must be very strong, or very stupid, or completely exhausted to face life with indifference.

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

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

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