His whole being was filled with the immeasurable relief, the almost passionate joy, of one who for the first time is able to gratify a new and marvelous appetite.

With his eyes, his soul, all these late-born, strange, appreciative powers, he ministered to an appetite which seemed unquenchable.

It was dusk when he came out, his cheeks burning, his eyes bright.

He carried a new music, a whole world of new joys with him, but his most vital sensation was one of glowing and passionate sympathy.

They were splendid, these heroes who had seen the truth and had struggled to give life to it with pencil or brush or chisel, that others, too, might see and understand.
If only one could do one's little share! He walked slowly along, absorbed in his thoughts, unconscious even of the direction in which his footsteps were taking him.