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

Who knows the flower best? - the one who reads about it in a book, or the one who finds it wild on the mountainside?

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

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

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.

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