In the economy of nature nothing is ever lost. I cannot belive that the soul of man shall prove the one exception

When any man accumulates more than he can earn with his own hands, he begins to enrich himself at the expense of the youth, the sweat, the blood, the joy of his fellow men.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

the friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.