But in a moment the show changed, turning first into a meaningless procession; then into a chaos of conflicting atoms; re-forming itself at last into an endlessly unfolding coil, no break in the continuity of which would ever reveal the hidden mechanism.

For to no mere onlooker will Life any more than Fairy-land open its secret.

A man must become an actor before he can be a true spectator.
Weary of standing at the window, he went and wandered about the streets.

To his country-bred eyes they were full of marvels--which would soon be as common to those eyes as one of the furrowed fields on his father's farm.

The youth who thinks the world his oyster, and opens it forthwith, finds no pearl therein.
What is this _nimbus_ about the new?
Is the marvel a mockery?
Is the shine that of demon-gold?
No.