Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as another.

No human being, past the thoughtless age of boyhood, will wantonly murder any creature which holds its life by the same tenure that he does.

In most books, the I, of first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference.

When a man's conscience and the laws clash, it is his conscience that he must follow.

Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.