Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.

It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

You kin tame a bear. You kin tame a wild-cat and you kin tame a panther. ... You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.

It is impossible to be among the woods animals on their own ground without a feeling of expanding one's own world, as when any foreign country is visited.

Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.

It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.