For the sake and honor of human nature, I pray to destiny Stanton may not fail, and still count among the Wadsworths, the Wades and the like pure patriots. "Diary from March 4, 1861, to November 12, 1862", - Adam Gurowski

He is up before dawn every day, and with a basket of pan leaves, twists of tobacco, coloured cotton yarn, little combs, looking- glasses, and other trinkets beloved of the village women, he wades through the knee- deep water of the marsh and goes over to the Namasudra quarters. "The Home and the World", - Rabindranath Tagore

When the noon sun casts its shadows You may see his stony features From the deck of ferry steamers Near the pier that wades the shallows On the harbor's eastern border, Tamals call them Sacred Islands Of the Albatross and Beaver, For upon their backs were carried All the Tamals through the deluge. "The Legends of San Francisco", - George W. Caldwell