Love can make us fiends as well as angels.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

Men must work, and women must weep.

I do not see why we should not be as just to an ant as to a human being.

Study nature as the countenance of God.

This is the feeling that gives a man true courage-the feeling that he has a work to do at all costs; the sense of duty.

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.