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

You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again.

It's remarkable - most remarkable, the way these people manage, from time to time, a tragedy or a near-tragedy to break the even tenor of their ways,' said Mr. Tingley, in a tone of half-humorous superiority, by which he considered that he distinguished himself, subtly and inoffensively, from 'these people.

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.

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

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.