I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.

The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.

How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.

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?

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!