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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.