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

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

But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it.

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

There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable.

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.

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