“And marbled clouds go scudding byThe many-steepled London sky.”

“Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.”

“Soft and sun-warm, see her glide”

“...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...”

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”

“I sought to hear the voice of God and climbed the topmost steeple, but God declared: "Go down again - I dwell among the people.”

“The genius of Cornell is that he sees and enables us to see with the eyes of childhood, before our vision got clouded by experience, when objects like a rubber ball or a pocket mirror seemed charged with meaning, and a marble rolling across a wooden floor could be as portentous as a passing comet.”