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.

it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer.

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.

There's precious little comes of telling people what they don't want to hear.

A false vision was better than none.

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

There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable.