This song of the waters is audible to every ear,
but there is other music in these hills,
by no means audible to all....
On a still night,
when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks,
sit quietly and listen...
and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand.
Then you may hear it -
a vast pulsing harmony -
its score inscribed on a thousand hills,
its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals,
its rhythms spanning the seconds and the centuries.
-Aldo Leopold
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He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
-William Blake, Eternity
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I daresay anything can be made holy
by being sincerely worshipped.
-Iris Murdoch,
The Message to the Planet
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Jewels five-words-long
That on the stretch'd finger of all Time
Sparkle for ever.
-Tennyson, The Princess, II
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All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
-William Shakespeare, King Richard II
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Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
-William Shakespeare, King Henry IV
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First Witch:
When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightening or in rain?
Second Witch:
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
-Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, 1
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You love them because you say,
"These things were not made,
they were seen."
-John Jay Chapman,
Practical Agitation
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To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
-William Shakespeare, King John