“Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.”

“Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east...”

“If you plunder from west to east you are great like Alexander. if you do the same from east to west you are a barbarian like Chengiz.”

“beyond the east of the sunrise,beyond the west of the sea, and the east and west, the wander thirst.that will not let me be.”

“Oh east is east, and west is west,And never the twain shall meet--Until they come to the end of the earth,To Santa Claus' retreat.”

“...the problem of space remained, she thought, taking up her brush again. It glared at her. The whole mass of the picture was poised upon that weight. Beautiful and bright it should be on the surface, feathery and evanescent, one colour melting into another like the colours on a butterfly's wing; but beneath the fabric must be clamped together with bolts of iron.”