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

As a stoic I must despise injury or, rather, I must not feel it, must not be affected by it so that it cannot violate the freedom of my soul.

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

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.

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 fashion stars out of dog dung, that is the Great Work. To take a negative experience and, by comparing it to something worse, make it feel good, is the great skill."