He deemed her heroic at remaining so undisturbed by any ideas of eternity and the infinite.

And she, as she felt he was quivering, went on: "What can you suppose there should be after death?
We've deserved a right to sleep, and nothing to my thinking can be more desirable and consoling." "But those two did not live," murmured Pierre, "so why not allow oneself the joy of believing that they now live elsewhere, recompensed for all their torments ?" Victorine, however, again shook her head; "No, no," she replied.

"Ah! I was quite right in saying that my poor Benedetta did wrong in torturing herself with all those superstitious ideas of hers when she was really so fond of her lover.

Yes, happiness is rarely found, and how one regrets having missed it when it's too late to turn back! That's the whole story of those poor little ones.

It's too late for them, they are dead." Then in her turn she broke down and began to sob.