But when she asked him what it meant, on their homeward way, he was silent.

They had come a few paces from the church without speaking, walking slowly.
"I'll tell you what it meant to me," she said, as he did not immediately reply.

"Almost any music of Handel's always means one thing above all others to me: courage! That's it.

It makes cowardice of whining seem so infinitesimal--it makes MOST things in our hustling little lives seem infinitesimal." "Yes," he said.

"It seems odd, doesn't it, that people down-town are hurrying to trains and hanging to straps in trolley-cars, weltering every way to get home and feed and sleep so they can get down-town to-morrow.