As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those who had nothing.

and even when I was broken the way sometimes one can be broken, and even though I had fallen, I found upon arising that I was stronger than before, that the glories, if I may call them that, which I had loved so much and that had been darkened in my fall, were shinning even brighter and nearly everytime subsequently I have fallen and darkness has come over me, they have obstinately arisen, not as they were, but brighter.

A good river is nature's life work in song.

I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.

There's something about rushing water that I can watch for hours and feel as if I need to do nothing more. It's alive in a way that's greater than any description of it.

Not surprisingly, he began to sing, and because no one in the world could hear him, and he sang without inhibition, he sang well.

When you die, you know, you hear the insistent pounding that defines all things, whether of matter or energy, since there is nothing in the universe, really, but proportion.