...by millions, his petty griefs and personal fortunes assumed their proper position. Well had Sidouia taught him, view everything in its relation to the...was it to the passing throng ? They would not. share Us splendour, or his luxury, or his comfort. But a word from his lip, a thought from his brain, expressed...

...than a reverie. Nothing rose to his consciousness. He was like a particle of Chaos ; at the best, a glimmering entity of some shadowy Hades. Towards evening...expressed at the right time, at the right place, might change their opinions, might affect their destiny. Nothing is great but the personal. As civilisation...

...Sidonia, he lapses into despair, but a walk through the ' mighty streets ' restores his equilibrium. Whether he inherited or forfeited fortunes, what was...it to the passing throng ? They would not share his splendor, or his luxury, or his comfort. But a word from his lip, a thought from his brain, expressed...

...Sidonia, he lapses into despair, but a walk through the 'mighty streets' restores his equilibrium. ' Whether he inherited or forfeited fortunes, what was...it to the passing throng ? They would not share his splendor, or his luxury, or his comfort. But a word from his lip, a thought from his brain, expressed...