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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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