Up here one sees too much.

Oh, my dear Leonard," she continued, "to think that you, too, should be one of the devastators!" He fitted his instrument into its case and replaced it in his pocket.
"Come," he said, "you mustn't call me hard names.

I shall remind you of the man whose works you are making me read.

You know what he says--'The aesthete is, after all, only a dallier.

The world lives and progresses by reason of its utilitarians.' This hill represents to me most of the things that are worth having in life." She laughed shortly.
"You will cut down those hedges and drive away the birds to find a fresh home; you will plough up the green grass, cut out a street and lay down granite stones.