No man can possibly want anything else.

That's the only thing under heaven I'm sure of at this moment--the one universal law under which we all make our mistakes--good people and bad alike ?" "But, Bernal, you wouldn't be bad--not really bad ?" "Well, Nance, I've a vague, loose sort of notion that one isn't really compelled to be bad in order to be happy right here on earth.

I know the Church rather intimates this, but I suspect that vice is not the delicious thing the Church implies it to be." "You make me afraid, Bernal--" "But if I do come back, Nance, having toiled ?" "-- and you make me wonder." "I think that's all either of us can do, Nance, and I must go.

I have to say good-bye to Clytie yet.

The poor soul is convinced that I have become a Unitarian and that there's a conspiracy to keep the horrible truth from her.