Not Blind Opposition To Progress,but

Nature In Her Green, Tranquil Woods Heals And Soothes All Afflictions.

Books Are But Stepping Stones To Show You Where Other Minds Have Been.

I Wonder If Leaves Feel Lonely When They See Their Neighbors Falling?

I Have Precious Little Sympathy For The Selfish Propriety Of Civilized Man, And If Aware Of Races Should Occur Between The Wild Beasts And Lord Man, I Would Be Tempted To Sympathise With The Bears.

Quench Love, And What Is Left Of A Man's Life But The Folding Of A Few Jointed Bones And Square Inches Of Flesh? Who Would Call That Life?