The Hero

As she sat motionless, hands crossed, watching her husband with loving eyes, you might have divined that, however kind-hearted, she was not indulgent, neither lenient to her own faults

To her the only way of life had been that which led to God; the others had been non-existent

She was a woman to whom evil had never offered the smallest attraction; she was merely aware of its existence theoretically.

Some minds are so contemptibly small that they are simply crushed by greatness