“Marching onward, marching onwardMarching to that lovely tuneMarching onward, marching onwardHappy as a bird in JuneSliding onward, sliding onwardListen to that ragHop and skip now do that slow, ohDo that slow dragDance slowly, prance slowlyNow you hear that pretty ragDance slowly, prance slowlyNow you do the real slow dragWaltz slowly, waltz slowlyListen to the ragtimeHop and skipNow do the slow, oh, do the slow drag”
“Life is just a slow march towards death.”
“A man lives his life only when he is marching, i thought, when he keeps marching onwards at any price. When he stops marching onwards, he decays. The joy of life is the joy of the experience that comes from feeling one's own strength.”
“One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it. No shortcuts--simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded. Loving an achievement that grew slowly and bloomed for only three weeks each year.”
“Do what you love or die a slow death doing what you hate”
“He saw the marching, shouting crowd as the image of Europe and its history. Europe was the Grand March. The march from revolution to revolution, from struggle to struggle, ever onward.”