"I regard the ninth and tenth chapters of The Sparkling Stone as the high water mark of mystical literature. Nowhere else do we find such a marvellous combination of wide and soaring vision with the most delicate and intimate psychological analysis. The old Mystic, sitting under his friendly tree, seems here to be gazing at, and reporting to us the final secrets of that Eternal World, where the “Incomprehensible Light enfolds and penetrates us,as the air is penetrated by the light of the sun"."