Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference.
You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.
Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!
I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.
A false vision was better than none.
The past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion.