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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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