Time passed so much more slowly than space.
A false vision was better than none.
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.
A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things.
There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable.
Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference.