The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.
In saying no to progress, it is not the future which they condemn, but themselves. They give themselves a melancholy disease; they inoculate themselves with the past. There is but one way of refusing tomorrow, that is to die.
Another story must begin!
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.