Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.