They defy analysis, because their motives are not consistent." "Most people think to be complex is to be great," I objected.
She shook her head.

"That is quite a mistake," she answered.

"Great natures are simple, and relatively predictable, since their motives balance one another justly.

Small natures are complex, and hard to predict, because small passions, small jealousies, small discords and perturbations come in at all moments, and override for a time the permanent underlying factors of character.

Great natures, good or bad, are equably poised; small natures let petty motives intervene to upset their balance." "Then you knew I would come," I exclaimed, half pleased to find I belonged inferentially to her higher category.
Her eyes beamed on me with a beautiful light.