The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he turned abruptly to the director of the hospital.
A mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God.
The just man frowns, but never sneers. We understand anger, not malice.
She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.
Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream.
Knowing that she was beautiful, she was thoroughly conscious, though in an indistinct fashion, that she possessed a weapon. Women play with their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themselves.