Nature pulls one way and human nature another. - E. M. Forster

And if insight were sufficient, if the inner life were the whole of life, their happiness has been assured.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity — not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort — not anyone pompous or tearful — were caring for us up in the sky.