Translate a book a dozen times from one language to another, and what becomes of its style? Most books would be worn out and disappear in this ordeal. The pen which wrote it is soon destroyed, but the poem survives.

Men nowhere, east or west, live yet a natural life, round which the vine clings, and which the elm willingly shadows. Man would desecrate it by his touch, and so the beauty of the world remains veiled to him. He needs not only to be spiritualized, but naturalized, on the soil of earth.

Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live.

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.

I have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals.

The gods cannot misunderstand, man cannot explain.

Nature has from the first expanded the minute blossoms of the forest only toward the heavens, above men's heads and unobserved bythem. We see only the flowers that are under our feet in the meadows.