I am not apt to follow blindly the lead of other men
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.
Wherever the European has trod, death seems to pursue the aboriginal.
If I had life to live over again, I would give my life to poetry, to music, to literature, and to art to make life richer and happier. In my youth I steeled myself against them and thought them so much waste.
Nothing exists for itself alone, but only in relation to other forms of life
Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult--at least I have found it so--than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind.