We communicate like the burrows of foxes, in silence and darkness, under ground. We are undermined by faith and love.

Hate can pardon more than love.

The merely political aspect of the land is never very cheering; men are degraded when considered as the members of a political organization.

Every ambitious would-be empire, clarions it abroad that she is conquering the world to bring it peace, security and freedom, and it is sacrificing her sons only for the most noble and humanitarian purposes. That is a lie; and it is an ancient lie, yet generations still rise and believe it.

Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound. By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty. There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different times, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death. And seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive and beautiful.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

I think that Nature meant kindly when she made our brothers few. However, my voice is still for peace.