I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd. The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death. I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.
Brute force crushes many plants.
Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing.