The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

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.

The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

I and this mystery, here we stand.