The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it. Nobody would know it. It wouldn't make any difference. When you die it's the same as if everybody else died too.