These are my counsels:—
Distrust the love that comes too suddenly.
Distrust the pleasure that fascinates so keenly.
Distrust the words that trouble or charm.
Distrust the book that makes you dream.
Distrust the thought you cannot confide to your mother.
Treasure these counsels, and sometimes as you read them, ask yourself, "Why?" Guardian Angel of the child we are addressing, teach her the reason of these sentences that seem to her so exaggerated!