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

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.

There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable.

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.

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

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.