The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his feet like one who is to walk the world and the decks of all the seas.

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.