Irises Quote by Herbert Spencer

“The white light of truth, in traversing the many sided transparent soul of the poet, is refracted into iris-hued poetry.”

Herbert Spencer

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...that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed of ancient,…

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You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris.

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Iris Murdoch did influence my early novels very much, and influence is never entirely good.

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