"This crisis will pass over, and strength will be developed.

We have a wonderful faculty for accommodating ourselves to wretchedness; how else would the world have held together so long?
When you begin to find your voice again, maybe you won't sing of the dead world any longer, but of the living and suffering.

Your thoughts were fine; they showed you to be a poet; but I have never hidden from you how I wished that you had been on my side.
Art, nowadays, must be the mouthpiece of misery, for misery is the key-note of modern life." They talked on, and Julian, so easily moulded by a strong will, became half courageous.
"One of her reproaches," he said, "is just; I can't meet it.

If I object to her present companions it is my duty to find her more suitable ones.

She lives too much alone.