“A crown! what is it?
It is to bear the miseries of a people!
To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents,
And sink beneath a load of splendid care!”

“How would you have us, as we are?
Or sinking 'neath the load we bear?
Our eyes fixed forward on a star?
Or gazing empty at despair?”

“Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?”

“The cold mountain turns dark green.
The autumn stream flows murmuring on.
Leaning on my staff beneath the wicket gate,
In the rushing wind I hear the cry of the aged cicada.”

“The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.”

“Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.”

“I prefer neurotic people. I like to hear rumblings beneath the surface.”

“It always surprised him when he thought of it later that he did not sink under the load of despair.”

“There is hate's crown beneath which all is
death; there's love without which none
is king.”

“Proud over the rest, with splendid wealth arrayed,
As crown on, Europe's head
The Lusitania reign,
Where the land ends and seas begins.”