The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the sprouts of vine and bush and tree, are trying to take the fields. Farmers must fight them with harrow and plow and hoe; they must plant the good seeds quickly.

Life begins at eighty.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

Let your joy scream across the pain.

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.

All I have told is true, but it is not the whole truth.

She heard pa shouting,"Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!