We shall only meet her again by doing that.

The sooner we can say from our hearts 'She is lost here,' the nearer is she to being found in another world.

Yes, Antony dear, even Wonder's little shadow must be left behind, if we are to mount together the hills of life." "My wonderful Beatrice! Yes, the hills of life.

No more its woods, but its hills, bathed in a vast and open sunshine.

Look around us--how nobly simple is every line and shape! Far below the horizon nature is elaborate, full of fancies,--mazy watercourses, delicate dingles, fantastically gloomy ravines, misshapen woods, gibbering with diablerie; but here how simple, how great, how good she is! There is not a shape subtler than a common bowl, and the colours are alphabetical--and yet, by what taking of thought could she have achieved an effect so grand, at once so beautiful and so holy ?" "Yes, one might call it the good beauty," said Beatrice.
"Yes," continued Antony, perhaps somewhat ominously interested in the subject, "that is a great mystery--the seeming moral meaning of the forms of things.