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

Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.

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

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

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

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.