odds to maintain her courage; to say: ‘But this is what I see; this is what I see,’

love that never attempted to clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of the human gain.

the progress of civilisation depend upon great men?

wasn’t crying only for that. She was crying for something else. We might all sit down and cry, she felt. But she did not know what for.

pursue truth with such astonishing

would like her to see him, gowned and hooded, walking in a procession.

She disliked anything that reminded her that she had been seen sitting thinking.

lack of consideration for other people’s

mixed with something more secret than she had ever spoken or shown in the course of all those days was an agony.