For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.

If dead things love, if earth and water distinguish friends from enemies, I should like to possess their love. I should like the green earth not to feel my step as a heavy burden. I should like her to forgive that she for my sake is wounded by plough and harrow, and willingly to open for my dead body.

There is always a third possibility, as long as you have the ability to find it.

The ways of Providence cannot be reasoned out by the finite mind ... I cannot fathom them, yet seeking to know them is the most satisfying thing in all the world.

Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

Young horses who cannot bear the whip or spur find life hard. At every smart they start forward and rush to their destruction, and when the way is stony and difficult, they know no better expedient than to overturn the cart and gallop madly away.

It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.