After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour
Ellen Glasgow... the life of the mind is reality, and love without romantic illumination is a spiritless matter.
Ellen GlasgowWhat was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.
Ellen Glasgow