The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake -- let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self.

“He visited the poor so long as he had any money; when he no longer had any, he …”

“Qu'il luise ou qu'il luiserne, L'ours rentre dans en sa caverne.[26]”

“Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.”

“the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul …”