For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.

Strange, when you ask anyone's advice you see yourself what is right.

More die in flight than in battle.

Women can do nothing that has permanence.

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.

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.

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.