She did not reason with herself hysterically of evil passions to be purified by asceticism, of mysterious iniquities to be washed out in her very life's blood; but the great principles of devotion and renunciation became soothing and exalting presences, before which the details of her daily task lost their toilsome or revolting aspect in a hallowed purpose.

Her work was a work of piety, not only to the living, but to the beloved dead.

If her father could know of what she was now doing, he would be comforted by it; if he knew that she did it for his sake it would bring him happiness.

This truth she saw: that though life be stripped of every outward charm there may yet remain in the heart of it, like a glorious light, that which is the source of all beauty--Love.

She strove to make Love the essence of her being.