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

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

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.

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

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

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