Remember always that I look ahead.

Do you think that I could stay here contented with what you call my compensations--my art, the study of beautiful things, the calm epicureanism of the sedate and simple life?
You know very well that I could not do that.

The craving for other things is in my heart and blood.

The excitement which I cannot have in one way, I must find in another, and I think that before many nights have passed, I shall lie on my pillow and hear the guns roar, hear the footsteps of the great armies of the world moving into battle.
It is for that I live, Florence." She took up her knitting again.

Her eyes were fixed upon the sky-line.
Twice she opened her lips, but twice no words came.
"You understand ?" he whispered.