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

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

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.

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.

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

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.

A false vision was better than none.

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

There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable.

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

Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference.

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

To suggest that God specifically created a worm to torture small African children is blasphemy as far as I can see. The Archbishop of Canterbury doesn't believe that.

You know, when you need drugs and you don't have a lot of money, what you'll do is you'll hang out with people who will give you drugs. Right?

If there ever was a time in our evolution of consciousness it is now—the ground is prepared for this planting.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

But civlyzation doos git forrid Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

God Himself supplies the necessary condition to come to Jesus, that's why it is 'sola gratia,' by grace alone, that we are saved.