My friends have made the story of my life.

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

Our worst foes are not belligerent circumstances, but wavering spirits.

I regard philanthropy as a tragic apology for wrong conditions under which human beings live.

I will eat grandfather for dinner.

Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.