"There are days, perhaps it is well that they are not more common, when by some singular harmony of body and spirit, every little sound and sight strikes on the senses with a peculiar sharpness and distinctness of quality, has a keen and racy savor, and comes delightfully home to the mind as cool well water to thirsty lips.

Everything seems in place, in some well designed combination or symphony of the senses, and more than that: the sound, the sight, whatever it be, sets free a whole train of far-reaching and mysterious thoughts, that seem to flash the secret of life on the spirit; or rather, hint it in a tender, smiling way, as a mother nods a delighted acquiescence to the eager questions of a child face to face with some happy surprise." Arthur Benson.