When death came to the man she loved, she accepted it with the same serenity and when my sister died she bore it in the same high way.

My sister was a wonderful creature, so gay and high-spirited, 'embodied sunshine,' I used to call her.
"When we lost her, my mother simply took it that it was best for the child.

Women have infinitely more courage than men, don't you think?
I have never known anyone with such perfect faith as my mother.

She was one of the great figures of the world.

What she must have suffered over my sentence I don't dare to think: I'm sure she endured agonies.