Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

He has all of the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.

No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.

Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.

If I had remained in Lhasa, even without the Chinese occupation, I would probably have carried the ceremonial role in some orthodox way.