"Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?
Isn't it a sufficient condemnation of society to find one's self accepting such phraseology?
I very nearly acquired the jargon at Silverton's age, and I know how names can alter the colour of beliefs." She had never heard him speak with such energy of affirmation.

His habitual touch was that of the eclectic, who lightly turns over and compares; and she was moved by this sudden glimpse into the laboratory where his faiths were formed.
"Ah, you are as bad as the other sectarians," she exclaimed; "why do you call your republic a republic?
It is a closed corporation, and you create arbitrary objections in order to keep people out." "It is not MY republic; if it were, I should have a COUP D'ETAT and seat you on the throne." "Whereas, in reality, you think I can never even get my foot across the threshold?
Oh, I understand what you mean.

You despise my ambitions--you think them unworthy of me!" Selden smiled, but not ironically.

"Well, isn't that a tribute?
I think them quite worthy of most of the people who live by them." She had turned to gaze on him gravely.

"But isn't it possible that, if I had the opportunities of these people, I might make a better use of them?
Money stands for all kinds of things--its purchasing quality isn't limited to diamonds and motor-cars." "Not in the least: you might expiate your enjoyment of them by founding a hospital." "But if you think they are what I should really enjoy, you must think my ambitions are good enough for me." Selden met this appeal with a laugh.