A false vision was better than none.

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

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

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

Religion is passionate, reckless, destructive, idol-smashing. It's a martyr burning at the stake. It's a crown of thorns and a cross.

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.

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