Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.

All the experience of the greatest city in the world could not withhold me.

Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.

This sunlight linked me through the ages to that past consciousness.

Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct.

The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone.