God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet!

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

Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference.

Time passed so much more slowly than space.

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.

But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it.