Henry Walter Bates Quotes

I've always enjoyed poor health.

I'm a very unhealthy person, and Montreal is very cold, and I'm usually sick when I'm there.

I grew up in a house with no running water, 16 miles from the closest place that had a post office. I had a very parochial view of the world.

Great allowances ought to be made for the petulance of persons laboring under ill-health.

When we lived in Juneau, Alaska, it was a town of about 7,000 people, and totally isolated; the only way to get to it was by ship.

I was so unhealthy as a child, and at least three or four times my parents were told to get ready, that I would not make it.

I am doing everything humanly possible to try and get well, but lately things have just kept getting worse.

My life in Brooklyn was in constant danger because of my bad health.

I live in the woods, so really the only way you can get to me is if you send a letter.

I'm just about to move to a place that you can only get there by rowing a boat across a loch, which I'm thoroughly looking forward to it. It's not got electricity or anything.

I grew up in a town with just under three hundred people in Western Australia. When you think about being six hours outside the second most isolated city in the world, which is Perth, and then you think about the town that I'm from, which is called Southern Cross, acting is not a possibility.

The life of any chronically ill person becomes extremely isolating.

As a young child, I suffered all sorts of digestive problems and was constantly under the weather.

My health is so often impaired that I begin to be as weary of it as mending old lace; when it is patched in one place, it breaks out in another.

Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town.

People say strange things, the boy thought. Sometimes it's better to be with the sheep, who don't say anything. And better still to be alone with one's books. They tell their incredible stories at the time when you want to hear them. But when you're talking to people, they say some things that are so strange that you don't know how to continue the conversation.

If a poor family falls on hard times in the woods, and no one is around to care, did it really happen?

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.

By the eighteenth book, one has a sense of having bricked oneself into a niche, a roosting place for other people's pigeons. I wouldn't recommend it.

I see people growing more and more isolated in their lives. It's not like it's a new thing, but it's more preoccupying now as you can do so many things without leaving your home. You can work, shop, do everything from home, and I find this unsettling.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

Canada is so far away it hardly exists.

In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

A ship is worse than a gaol. There is, in a gaol, better air, better company, better conveniency of every kind; and a ship has the additional disadvantage of of being in danger.