"I have read that a deer has to run sixty or seventy miles a day on the average, owing to its fright. It runs and runs for miles, and then stops and eats something. But we should know, we are in a worse plight than the deer. The deer has some rest, but we have none. If the deer gets grass enough, it is satisfied: but we are always multiplying our wants. It is a morbid tendency with us to multiply our wants. We have become so unhinged and unnatural, that nothing natural will staisfy us. We are always running after morbid things, after unnatural excitement, unnatural food, drink, surroundings and life. We poison our air first so that we can breathe. As to fear, what are our lives but tissues of fear? The deer has only one order of things to fear, such as that from the tigers, the wolves etc.: man has the whole universe to fear."
