Great Throughts Treasury

"I can’t revise my steps once I’ve taken them."

"You have carried a branch of tomorrow into the room-its frangrance awakened me."

"What does a turbine veil? a bird avail what chord? I heard a bird whir no word, felt a turbine shadow turning from the floods of time electric currents the darkness stirrd, and trees in blaze of light arose casting shadows of speech, seductive, musical, abroad. It was a single tree. It was a word of many trees that filld the vale. It was a store of the unspoken in the bird that whirrd the air, that every occasion of the word overawed."