There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there.

Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground.

He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorous dark like a sea-net. He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within.

He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.