“The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.”
“If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung”
“And what if all of animated natureBe but organic harps diversely framed,That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweepsPlastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,At once the Soul of each, and God of All?”
“If you're going to play it out of tune, then play it out of tune properly.”
“But, reverend master, it is not sufficient to pass one's life, one must earn the means for life.”
“A breeze lifted off the ocean and several hundred notes from the wind chimes tinkled like ice shaken in silver cups. They altered the mood of the forest the way an orchestra does a theater when it begins tuning up its instruments.”