A Good River Is Nature's Life Work

If Nothing Is Random, And Everything Is Predetermined, How Can There Be Free Will? The Answer To That Is Simple. Nothing Is Predetermined; It Is Determined, Or Was Determined, Or Will Be Determined.

I've Imagined Great Victories, And I've Imagined Great Races. The Races Are Better.

The Streets Of New York And Some Wards Of Its Venerable Institutions Were Packed With People Who, Despite Being Entirely Forsaken, Had Episodes Of Glory That Made The Career Of Alexander The Great Seem Like A Day In The Life Of A File Clerk.

Then The Bow Orchestra Began To Play An Apocalyptically Beautiful Canon, One Of Those Pieces In Which, Surely, The Composer Simply Transcribed What Was Given, And Trembled In Awe Of The Hand That Was Guiding Him.

They Were Dancing Around The Fountain, Arm In Arm, In An Old Dutch Dance, Their Cheeks Touching, Their Hands Entwined. They Had No Music; They Hummed. And There Was No Reason For Them To Be Dancing That Peter Lake Could See, Except That It Was An Exceptionally Beautiful Night.