The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.

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.

A false vision was better than none.

a man can break God's laws and be forgiven. That's what they teach us. But when he breaks Nature's laws, there's no forgiveness - and there's no escape. Sooner or later he pays the penalty, or his children pay it - or his children's children. It doesn't matter much. It must be paid.

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!