It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

And Nature takes no account of moral consequences, of arbitrary conditions which we create, and which we feel obliged to maintain at any cost.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?