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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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