No Man Can Be An Agnostic Who

One Doesn't Come To Italy For Niceness," Was The Retort; "one Comes For Life. Buon Giorno! Buon Giorno!

Expansion, That Is The Idea The Novelist Must Cling To, Not Completion, Not Rounding Off, But Opening Out.

Let Her Go To Italy!" He Cried. "let Her Meddle With What She Doesn't Understand!

'a Friend,' He Repeated, Sentimental Suddenly. 'someone To Last Your Whole Life And You His. I Suppose Such A Thing Can't Really Happen Outside Sleep.'

My Conviction Gains Infinitely The Moment Another Soul Will Believe In It.