It is useless to send armies against ideas.

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

"A love for humanity come over me, and watered and fertilized the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.

I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.