You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

When we are young we think our troubles a mighty business - that the world is spread out expressly as a stage for the particular drama of our lives and that we have a right to rant and foam at the mouth if we are crossed. I have done enough of that in my time.

You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

It always seemed to me a sort of clever stupidity only to have one sort of talent - like a carrier pigeon.

You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.

In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.