Heaven, though severe, is not unkind; Heaven is kind, as a noble mother; as that Spartan mother, saying while she gave her son his shield, "With it, my son, or upon it!"—Complain not; the very Spartans did not complain.—Past and Present.
VICTOR HUGO.
All her face, all her person, breathed an ineffable love and kindness. She had always been predestined to gentleness, but Faith, Hope, and Charity, those three virtues that softly warm the soul, had gradually elevated that gentleness to sanctity. Nature had only made her a lamb, and religion had made her an angel.—Les Misérables.
She was the very embodiment of joy as she went to and fro in the house; she brought with her a perpetual spring.—Toilers of the Sea.
Her entire person was simplicity, ingenuousness, whiteness, candor, and radiance, and it might have been said of her that she was transparent. She produced a sensation of April and daybreak, and she had dew in her eyes. She was the condensation of the light of dawn in a woman's form.—Les Misérables.
The woman was weak, but the mother found strength.—Ninety-Three.
Woman feels and speaks with the infallibility which is the tender instinct of the heart.—Les Misérables.
What is a husband but the pilot in the voyage of matrimony? Wife, let your fine weather be your husband's smiles.—Toilers of the Sea.
No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep. Gentleness and depth,—in these things the whole of woman is contained, and it is heaven.—Les Misérables.
Beauty heightened by simplicity is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as a beauteous, innocent maiden, who walks along unconsciously, holding in her hand the key of Paradise.—Les Misérables.