Even now, in the driving, whirling storm without, in the darkness of her chamber, or when she looked through the frosted panes into the starry skies at midnight, always it was there all about her,-a something unexpressed, unseen, but close-close to her,-the mystery which throbbed through all her small being, and which she was one day to find out and understand and put into her great epic.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
The whole book is a powerful epic of brain force.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell
The thing would make an epic, but, if one could write it, it wouldn't be worth while.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton