Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

[Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun.

I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.

The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?