A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.
The older I get, the more individuality I find in animals and the less I find in humans.
In the end of five years I made supplication to the king to go out of this land, desiring to see my poor wife and children according to conscience and nature.

