And it is utterly true that he who cannot find wonder, mystery, awe, the sense of a new world and an undiscovered realm in the places by the Gray's Inn Road will never find these secrets elsewhere.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

Here then is the pattern in my carpet, the sense of the eternal mysteries, the eternal beauty hidden beneath the crust of common and commonplace things; hidden and yet burning and glowing continually if you care to look with purged eyes.

For, usually and fitly, the presence of an introduction is held to imply that there is something of consequence and importance to be introduced.

I dream in fire but work in clay.

There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and shadows and dwellers in twilight. It is possible that man may sometimes return on the track of evolution, and it is my belief that an awful lore is not yet dead.

In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.