And the strongest was that you were one with whom I could talk of a great many things, if you would only be real with me.

I believe--though I'm not sure why I do--that it is very difficult for you to be real; perhaps because you are so different at different times that you aren't sure, yourself, which the real you is.
But the person that you are beginning to be for my benefit must be the most trifling of all your selves, lighter and easier to put on than the little mask you carried the other night.

If there were nothing better underneath the mask, I might play, too." "Did you learn this at the convent ?" gasped Crailey.
"There was a world there in miniature," she answered, speaking very quickly.

"I think all people are made of the same materials, only in such different proportions.

I think a little world might hold as much as the largest, if you thought it all out hard enough, and your experience might be just as broad and deep in a small corner of the earth as anywhere else.