We cannot doubt that barbaric people receive such influences more visibly and obviously, and in all likelihood more easily and fully than we do, for our life in cities, which deafens or kills the passive meditative life, and our education that enlarges the separated, self-moving mind, have made our souls less sensitive.

In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.