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

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

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'.

The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life.

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