Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.

People who serve you without love get even behind your back.

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.