Be curious, not judgmental.
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
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.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
To speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachable of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.