True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.

("The Triumph Of The Night")

Xingu!" she scoffed. "Why, it was the fact of our knowing so much more about it than she did—unprepared though we were—that made Osric Dane so furious. I should have thought that was plain enough to everybody!

Because of this, originality consists in returning to the origin.

Everything about her was both vigorous and exquisite.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.