I came from nothing; but from where Come these undying thoughts I bear? - Alice Meynell

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; you give a signal for the distance to stand up.

What else, indeed, should mediocrity be but widespread, anywhere?

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.