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.

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.

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

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

Why do you pray if you doubt you are heard?

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