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

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult! The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.

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

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.