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

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.