"Life will not be all suffering." "I have raised my eyes, looked at the sun, and it has dazzled me," he said.

"Ah, lady, I have had such dreams, of love that overleaped all barriers, as Art has rendered loveliness immortal for all time.

I have dreamed of loves such as Petrarch had for Laura, Dante for Beatrice, and I wake to call myself mad for indulging in such dreams." She was deeply interested.

This was exactly as heros spoke in novels; they always had a lofty contempt for money, and talked as though love was the only and universal good.

She looked half shyly at him; he was very handsome, this young artist who loved her so, and very sad.