A woman’s patriotism is more of a sentiment than a man’s,—more passionate: it is only an extension of the domestic affections, and with her la patrie is only an enlargement of home. In the same manner, a woman’s idea of fame is always a more extended sympathy, and is much more of a presence than an anticipation. To her the voice of fame is only the echo—fainter and more distant—of the voice of love.
77.
“La doute s’introduit dans l’âme qui rêve, la foi descend dans l’âme qui souffre.”
The reverse is equally true,—and judging from my own experience, I should say oftener true.
78.
“La curiosité est si voisine à la perfidie qu’elle peut enlaidir les plus beaux visages.”
