Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.

She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die.

Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

It is obvious enough for the reader to conclude, "She loves young Emerson." A reader in Lucy's place would not find it obvious. Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice, and we welcome "nerves" or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. She loved Cecil; George made her nervous; will the reader explain to her that the phrases should have been reversed?

Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others...

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.