Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.
We are scarcely apt to berate the source of enjoyment.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea.
Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and in Paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.