Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members.

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.

Nothing is great but the inexhaustible wealth of nature.

The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.

No man gains credit for his cowardly courtesies.

All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of man's limbs and senses.

Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.