Can you bear to hear me ?' 'Princess!' 'And to his conception, you, who were pioneers when the earth had to be shaped for implements and dug for gold, will turn upon us and stop our march; you are to be overthrown and left behind, there to gain humility from the only teacher you can understand--from poverty.

Will you defend yourself ?' 'Well, no, frankly, I will not.

The proper defence for a nation is its history.' 'For an individual ?' 'For a man, his readiness to abide by his word.' 'For a woman--what ?' 'For a princess, her ancestry.' 'Ah! but I spoke of women.

There, there is my ground of love for my Professor! I meet my equals, princes, princesses, and the man, the woman, is out of them, gone, flown! They are out of the tide of humanity; they are walking titles, "Now," says my Professor, "that tide is the blood of our being; the blood is the life-giver; and to be cut off from it is to perish." Our princely houses he esteems as dead wood.
Not near so much say I: yet I hear my equals talk, and I think, "Oh! my Professor, they testify to your wisdom." I love him because he has given my every sense a face-forward attitude (you will complain of my feebleness of speech) to exterior existence.

There is a princely view of life which is a true one; but it is a false one if it is the sole one.
In your Parliament your House of Commons shows us real princes, your Throne merely titled ones.