These men ask for just the same thing, fairness, and fairness only. This, so far as in my power, they, and all others, shall have.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.

It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings.