Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The

Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

Every Time That A People Which Has Long Crouched In Slavery And Ignorance Is Moved To Its Lowest Depths There Appear Monsters And Heroes, Prodigies Of Crime And Prodigies Of Virtue.

Photography Is Better Than Art. It Is A Solar Phenomenon In Which The Artist Collaborates With The Sun.

Kindness Is Virtue Itself.