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

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.

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

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.

There is nothing truly serious in life. All words sound hollow when one listens to them carefully.

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

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