To mount a hill is to lift with you something lighter and brighter than yourself or than any meaner burden. You lift the world, you raise the horizon… - Alice Meynell

Thou inmost, ultimate
Council of judgment, palace of decrees
Where the high senses hold their spiritual state, Sued by earth's embassies,
And sign, approve, accept, conceive, create.

The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.

Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of children. Civilization is cruel in sending them to bed at the most stimulating time of dusk.