Perhaps we too seldom reflect how much the life of Nature is one with the life of man, how unimportant or indeed merely seeming, the difference between them.

We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.

Perhaps we too seldom reflect how much the life of Nature is one with the life of man, how unimportant or indeed merely seeming, the difference between them.