I like to see a good scientific bout by men who know the use of their hands but would rather walk twenty miles than see animals in strife.

Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.

Summer boarders often left clothes behind, and of what use were they to the landladies, for no rag-and-bone man ever called at their houses. The truth of the matter was that in less than a week I was well dressed from head to foot, all of these things being voluntary offerings, when in quest of eatables.

I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people.

I had made up my mind to find a woman to share my life: one who would leave London altogether and go with me into the green country and be satisfied.

I like to give pennies to children, but unfortunately, a man cannot do these things if he lives in a small village or town where his face is known and seen every day. For children take advantage, as I know to my cost, and would gather round him like hens around a farmer when he scatters grain.