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

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.

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.

Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

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

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!

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