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.

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness.

I do not believe in Belief.

Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.