Yet he spoke to her with the quiet, courteous confidence of the philosopher who unbends to talk to a child.
"In this country," he said, "you place so high a value upon the gift of life.

Nothing moves you so greatly as the killing of one man by another, or the death of a person whom you know." "There is no tragedy in the world so great!" Penelope declared.
The Prince shrugged his shoulders very slightly.
"My dear Miss Morse," he said, "it is so that you think about life and death here.

Yet you call yourselves a Christian country--you have a very beautiful faith.

With us, perhaps, there is a little more philosophy and something a little less definite in the trend of our religion.

Yet we do not dress Death in black clothes or fly from his outstretched hand.