once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something rise within him that was not of his day or generation, but had persisted through birth and death from a time beyond recall.

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

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

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.

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.

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