“They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.”

“The yard was a little centre of regeneration. Here, with keen edges and smooth curves, were forms in the exact likeness of those he had seen abraded and time-eaten on the walls. These were the ideas in modern prose which the lichened colleges presented in old poetry. Even some of those antiques might have been called prose when they were new. They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.”

“If thats how it was done, and thats how it had always been done, there had to be a reason”

“Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”

“Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.”

“How impossible, how utterly absurd it would be for the disciples--these disciples, such men as these!--to try and become the light of the world! No, they are already the light, and the call has made them so.”