Was he indeed so small, so insignificant?
"There are many paths," she said softly, "which lead to the light.

Ours may be best suited to ourselves but it may not be the only one.

It is not for you or for me to judge." Richard Graveling talked on, doing his cause harm with every word he uttered.

Julia relapsed into silence; soon she did not even hear his words.

They rode for some distance on an omnibus through the city, now shrouded and silent.