Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
Civil Disobedience and Other EssaysNow Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Day and night songsHe had a clear, lyrical voice and his songs remained in her ears long after the music had ended.
Eight Million Gods and DemonsAn enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.
Echoes of the Great SongSometimes a little song is sweet to hear, even if the orchestra is more accomplished
Educating Esmé: Diary of a Teacher's First YearI'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song.
Fall Out Boy: From Under the Cork TreeWhen the gratitude of many to one throws away all shame, we behold fame.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsAnd as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsDeeds need time, even after they are done, in order to be seen or heard.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsI drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
Handle with CareWe sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
The Birds That Never FlewHeaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.
Busman's Honeymoon