" my soul's predestination which i call my fate, thou in me, over me, preserve me for one great final destiny; that i may stand prepared and ripe in the full noon-tide, prepared and ripe, like glowing ore in the furnace, prepared for my self and for my deepest and most secret will: a bow craving its arrow, and arrow seeking its mark among the stars, a star prepared and ripe in its noon-tide splendour, glowing, transpierced, enraptured 'mid the blaze of the sun's bright arrows; yea, a sun itself, and a stern, inflexible sun-will swaying for destruction prepared, for triumph!" -delius
"...soon their end will come, the land will not accept them, the earth will open up and they will be cast under the earth." -chot chelpan, 1904
