When one is ignorant, one is often so foolish.

One does many things which seem necessary, simply from the fear of being found fault with if following the impulses of the heart.

But my remorse for all this was deep, and my sufferings, in consequence, were as great as yours.

Were I to try to explain all this to you, it would be quite impossible for me to do so.

When you came to us with your drawing of Saint Agnes, oh! I could have cried out, 'Thank you, thank you!' I was perfectly enchanted to work for you, as I thought you would certainly make us a daily visit.