The spirit of peace descended like a cloud from heaven, for if the spirit of peace dwells anywhere, it is in the courts and quadrangles of Oxbridge on a fine October morning.
I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.
There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.
One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done--for.
But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape coloured upon the dark, but rather a general excitement, an atmosphere, which, when she tried to visualize it, took form as a wind scouring the flanks of the northern hills and flashing light upon cornfields and pools.
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.