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.

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

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

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.