The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.

The more one lives alone on the river or in the open country, the clearer it becomes that nothing is more beautiful or great than to perform the ordinary duties of one's daily life simply and naturally.