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

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

Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.

. . . life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t'other from which . . .

It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.

Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.

But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.