“Is there nothing to sing about to-day? Then borrow a song from tomorrow; sing ofwhat is yet to be. Is this world dreary? Then think of the next.”

“Sense is the song you sing out into the world, and the song the world sings back to you.”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”

“Sameron adion asoI shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow”

“Do you hear the people sing?Singing a song of angry men?It is the music of a peopleWho will not be slaves again!When the beating of your heartEchoes the beating of the drumsThere is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comes!”

“My soul would sing of metamorphoses.But since, o gods, you were the source of thesebodies becoming other bodies, breatheyour breath into my book of changes: maythe song I sing be seamless as its wayweaves from the world's beginning to our day.”