We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.

Anyone who realises what Love is, the dedication of the heart, so profound, so absorbing, so mysterious, so imperative, and always just in the noblest natures so strong, cannot fail to see how difficult, how tragic even, must often be the fate of those whose deepest feelings are destined from the earliest days to be a riddle and a stumbling-block, unexplained to themselves, passed over in silence by others.

The other thing that happened in 1883 was my reading of Thoreau's Walden.

I was in the Square at the time. The crowd was a most good-humoured, easy going, smiling crowd; but presently it was transformed. A regiment of mounted police came cantering up.

Let your mind be quiet, realizing the beauty of the world, and the immense boundless treasures that it holds.

The general fact of surplus value, namely that the workmen does not get the full value of his labours, and that he is taken advantage of by the capitalist, is obvious.

I saw deep in the eyes of the animals, the human soul look out upon me.