I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?

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 do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?

I say no body of men are fit to make Presidents, judges and generals, unless they themselves supply the best specimens of the same; and that supplying one or two such specimens illuminates the whole body for a thousand years.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.