By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.

“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”

Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.

There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.

One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

Art for art's sake? I should think so, and more so than ever at the present time. It is the one orderly product which our middling race has produced. It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths, it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden. It is the best evidence we can have of our dignity.