Cuento en La imaginación conservadora que, en una ocasión, Moyano se interesaba en un discurso parlamentario por lo que hubiera pasado de no haber sucedido la revolución del 68. Sagasta le contestó: “S.S. me recuerda lo que le pasó a uno que se entretuvo toda su vida escribiendo una obra de muchos volúmenes para demostrar los milagros que hubiera hecho un santo, si tal santo hubiera venido al mundo”. Ayer me enteré de que Julián Besteiro, siendo presidente de las Cortes republicanas, le comentó a un diputado que hablaba con mucho énfasis de las cosas que haría si fuera ministro: "La exposición que S.S. ha hecho me recuerda un librito que en una ocasión encontré en una librería de lance. Se titulaba: Relación de los milagros que habría realizado San Antonio de Padua si hubiera desembarcado en Lisboa".
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? —Mary Oliver