The processes of nature, which most writers extol as symbols of renewal and eternal life, were always seen darkly by Kerouac.
-- Ellis Amburn, Subterranean Kerouac: The Hidden Life of Jack Kerouac
Let your deeds themselves praise you, for here I leave them in all their glory, lacking words to extol them.
-- Cervantes, Don Quixote de la Mancha
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
-- Arthur Christopher Benson, Song from Pomp and Circumstance by Sir Edward Elgar
