But he looks no more than thirty. He's very handsome- so much you will admit; nor will you deny that he is very wealthy and very powerful; the greatest nobleman in Brittany. He will make me a great lady.''God made you that, Aline.
Marriage, God
Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.
Heart, Intelligence
Mind being the seat of the soul, and literature being the expression of the mind, literature, it follows, is the soul of an age, the surviving and immortal part of it.
Soul, Mind, Culture
Life is an ephemeral business, and we waste too much of it in judging where it would beseem us better to accept, that we ourselves may come to be accepted by such future ages as may pursue the study of us.
Life, Society