Beauty and grace in every living thing, but man.

The leaping of the hares, the grouping of cattle, the flight of swallows, the dainty loveliness of insects' wings, the glossy skin of horses rising and falling to the play of mighty muscles.

Was it not seeking to make plain to us that God's language was beauty.

Man must learn beauty that he may understand God.
She saw the London of the future.

Not the vision popular just then: a soaring whirl of machinery in motion, of moving pavements and flying omnibuses; of screaming gramophones and standardized "homes": a city where Electricity was King and man its soulless slave.