But I don't want you to lose your head, Basil.

And I don't want you to sentimentalize any of the things you see in New York.

I think you were disposed to do it in that street we drove through.

I don't believe there's any real suffering--not real suffering--among those people; that is, it would be suffering from our point of view, but they've been used to it all their lives, and they don't feel their' discomfort so much." "Of course, I understand that, and I don't propose to sentimentalize them.

I think when people get used to a bad state of things they had better stick to it; in fact, they don't usually like a better state so well, and I shall keep that firmly in mind." She laughed with him, and they walked along the L bestridden avenue, exhilarated by their escape from murder and suicide in that cellar, toward the nearest cross town track, which they meant to take home to their hotel.