There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable.
I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.
Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross.
Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference.
Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!
it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer.