A false vision was better than none.

There's precious little comes of telling people what they don't want to hear.

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

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

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

once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something rise within him that was not of his day or generation, but had persisted through birth and death from a time beyond recall.

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.