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 past ... is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion.
Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!
A false vision was better than none.
I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.
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.