A Canadian settler hates a tree, regards it as his natural enemy, as something to be destroyed, eradicated, annihilated by all and any means.

In our relations with the people around us, we forgive them more readily for what they do, which they can help, than for what they are, which they cannot help.

The moment in which the spirit meets death is perhaps like the moment in which it is embraced in sleep. I suppose it never happened to any one to be conscious of the immediate transition from the waking to the sleeping state.

A man may be as much a fool from the want of sensibility as the want of sense.

Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords-philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.

All government, all exercise of power, no matter in what form, which is not based in love and directed by knowledge, is a tyranny.

Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.