No, on the man's chest tumulutoso, a passion stronger than impose their belief on others, nothing can take the root of your anger and fill such as knowing that one despises what he worships. [...] It is not the love of truth, but desire to prevail that pits one neighborhood to another neighborhood and makes a parish premedite ruin another parish. Everyone prefers peace of mind and the other holding the triumph of truth and the apotheosis of virtue.

Silence being, thus, both natural to her and imposed upon her, the only other remark that her mother's friends were in the habit of making about it was that it was neither a stupid silence nor an indifferent silence.

Well! This is one side of the story, to be sure, but I look at the other. Here is a sweet, fragrant mouth to kiss; here are two more feet to make music with their pattering about my nursery. Here is a soul to train for God; and the body in which it dwells is worth all it will cost, since it is the abode of a kingly tenant. I may see less of friends, but I have gained one dearer than them all, to whom, while I minister in Christ's name, I make a willing sacrifice of what little leisure for my own recreation my other darlings had left me. Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to your mother's heart, welcome to her time, her strength, her health, her tenderest cares, to her lifelong prayers! Oh, how rich I am, how truly, how wondrously blest!