Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.

Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.

Life goes not in a straight line, lad, but in a circle. The first half we spend venturing as far as the world's end from home and kin and stillness, and the latter half brings us back, by roundabout ways but surely, to that state from which we set out.

One century's saint is the next century's heretic ... and one century's heretic is the next century's saint. It is as well to think long and calmly before affixing either name to any man.

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.

All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.

There is no one who cannot be hated, against whatever odds. Nor anyone who cannot be loved, against all reason.