The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

The land is so much more than its analysis.

The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.

You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.