How long, how long, o waiting, will you last? And once over, what will there be left to live for? "Waiting! Longing! For what?" I cried. "What can come that is not born of ourselves? And what can be born of us that we do not know already?"

Fruits of the Earth is a dedication to joy and simple pleasures of life. This lyrical prose is an encouragement to self-liberation; letting go of the past and seeking freedom. To be independent and free; to be one with nature; to live in the moment.

Look upon the evening as the death of the day; and upon the morning as the birth of all things. Let every moment renew your vision.
The wise man is he who constantly wonders afresh.

It is not enough for me to read that the sand on the seashore is soft. My bare feet must feel it. I have no use for knowledge that has not been preceded by a sensation.
I have never seen anything sweetly beautiful in this world without desiring to touch it with all my fondness.
O lovely surface of the earth, how marvelous is your flowering!

"Circumstances," said Josephus, "have dealt with me in a way I cannot approve."
"What of it?" answered Menalcas. "I prefer to say that what is not, is what could not be."