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

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

I might have simply settled down into an armchair literary life. I really don't know exactly why I didn't.

Making a choice is like backing a horse - in a hundred years, they may decide you picked wrongly.

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.

With my somewhat vague aspiring mind, to be imprisoned in the rude details of a most material life was often irksome.