We all to some extent meet again and again the same people and certainly in some cases form a kind of family of two or three or more persons who come together life after life until all passionate relations are exhausted, the child of one life the husband, wife, brother, sister of the next. Sometimes, however, a single relationship will repeat itself, turning its revolving wheel again and again.

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

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.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.