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

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

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

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.

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

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

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