Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearin >>
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it >>
We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, >>
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals >>
Animals are such agreeable friends, they ask no questions, they pass n >>
Drinking, when we are not thirsty and making love all year round, mada >>
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.