What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

I have learned that the swiftest traveller is he that goes afoot.

I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in some respects more natural.

Be it life or death, we crave only reality.

In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.

I make myself rich by making my wants few.

Men cannot conceive of a state of things so fair that it cannot be realized.