I saw deep in the eyes of the animals the human soul look out upon me. I saw where it was born deep down under feathers and fur, or condemned for a while to roam four-footed among the brambles,I caught the clinging mute glance of the prisoner and swore that I would be faithful.

A grain of gold will gild a great surface, but not so much as a grain of wisdom.

The walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins.

The chief want, in every state that I have been into, was a high and earnest purpose in its inhabitants.

At present our only true names are nicknames.

Men have come to such a pass that they frequently starve, not for want of necessaries, but for want of luxuries.

If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends!