She by Henry Rider Haggard

 'From the east to the west sped the angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light with both their hands. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious, like spirits just breaking out of the tomb; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coastline, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or has breath thereon.'

 

'My experience is that people are apt to fossilise even at a University if they follow the same paths top persistently.'

'They were before us, mother and babe, the white memories of a forgotten human history speaking more eloquently to the heart than could any written record of their lives.'

'Too much wisdom would perchance blind our imperfect sight, and too much strength would make us drunk, and over-weight our feeble reason till it fell and we were drowned in the depths of his own vanity. For what is the first result of man's increased knowledge interpreted from Nature's book by the persistent effort of his purblind observation? It is not but too often to make him question the existence of his Maker, or indeed of any intelligent purpose beyond his own?'

'The stars came out by their thousands, till all the immense arch of heaven was strewn with glittering points, and every point a world!' 

'But in life we sometimes have to lay our faith on strange altars, and so it was now.'

'Here do we write our marriage vows upon the rushing winds which shall bear them up to heaven, and round and continually round this rolling world.'