My feeling toward the animal is that he is our younger brother, and that we are our brothers keeper.

All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless.

She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I had walked of late fell away. The wood that had been so gloomy was a place of sunlight and song; had red roses sprung up around me I had felt no wonder. She came softly and slowly with bent head and hanging arms, not knowing that I was near. I went not to meet her - it was my fancy to have her come to me still - but when she raised her eyes and saw me I fell upon my knees.

My feeling toward the animal is that he is our younger brother, and that we are our brothers keeper.