“The dead do not need to rise. They are a part of the earth now and the earth can never be conquered. For the earth endureth forever…Those who have entered it honorably, and no man ever entered earth more honorably than those who died in Spain, already have achieved immortality.”

"On the American Dead in Spain", New Masses (February 14, 1939)

Book 1. This excerpt is also cited in a short story "Forever and the Earth" (1950) by Ray Bradbury.
Of Time and the River (1935)

Attributed in Naomi Klein's No Logo: No Space, No Choice, No Jobs https://books.google.com/books?id=Yq_WAUXqRAEC&pg=PA325 (2009), p.325, and in Mark Lynas' Seeds of Science: Why We Got It So Wrong On GMOs https://books.google.com/books?id=V10-DwAAQBAJ&pg=PA16 (2018), p. 16.
Attributed

II. Actio Læsa; The strength, and the functions of the senses, and other faculties change and fail.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)

As quoted in In Passing: Condolences and Complaints on Death, Dying, and Related Disappointments (2005) by Jon Winokur, p. 144

Direct Action (1912)

Mary Magdalen (Thirty years later): On the Resurrection of the Spirit
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)

Creation seminars (2003-2005), The Hovind theory

Often misattributed to Shakespeare, because the words remind us of “If music be the food of love play on”. Statement is also commonly associated with Santayana, but no source or attribution can be found in his works or correspondence.
Variant: The earth has music for those who listen.
Source: Book Fireside Fancies, Poem The Magic of Sound. 1955.
Context: I've heard the soft whisper of wind in the pine trees,
The silvery ripple of brooklets at play;
I've heard the low voice of a sweet singing mother
As she sang to her child at the end of the day.

I've heard the faint rustle of sails in the sunset
And blue waves caressing the wild, rockbound shore;
The whistle of trains as they cross the green prairie
And mountains re-echo the cataract’s roar.

The notes of the organs in ancient cathedrals,
Where hearts of the faithful are lifted in song;
I've heard the gay laughter as children were playing,
The chatter and buzz of a large, happy throng.

The earth has its music for those who will listen;
Its bright variations forever abound.
With all of the wonders that God has bequeathed us,
There's nothing that thrills like the magic of sound.