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

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.

Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!

it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer.

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.

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.

God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet!