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

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

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

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

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.

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

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