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

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.

Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death.

Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross.

Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out about it right away, but he will.

The past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion.

Time passed so much more slowly than space.