It’s on the field, it’s on the pane, it’s in the sky — beauty; and I can’t get at it; I can’t have it — I, she seemed to add, with that little clutch of the hand which was so characteristic, who adore it so passionately, would give the whole world to possess it!

“for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablet…”

“It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as light…”

“The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an o…”

“To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and…”