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

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.

You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.

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!

Time passed so much more slowly than space.

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'.