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 Year