Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

I have known some grim bells, with not a single joyous note in the whole peal, so forced to hurry for a human festival, with their harshness made light of, as though the Bishop of Hereford had again been forced to dance in his boots by a merry highwayman.

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?

for man, woman, and child the tender, irregular, sensitive, living foot, which does not even stand with all its little surface on the ground, and which makes no base to satisfy an architectural eye, is, as it were, the unexpected thing. ... nothing makes a more helpless and unsymmetrical sign than does a naked foot.

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

Solitude is separate experience.