“The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.”

“On the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds that on other days, on other fields will bear the fruits of victory.”

“She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining.”

“A mind without instruction can no more bear fruit than can a field, however fertile, without cultivation.”

“Starving men should never pretend to enjoy a crust of bread.”

“What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.”