The Lord will forgive me, receiving me into His bosom.

You, who are so good, Tomasa, and have the soul of an angel beneath your rough exterior, do you not think so ?" The gardener's widow smiled, and her words fell slowly on the silence of the dying evening.
"Tranquillise yourself, Don Sebastian.

I have seen many saints in this house, and they have been worth much less than you.

To ensure their salvation they would have abandoned their children.

To maintain what they call purity of soul they would have renounced their family.
Believe me, no saints enter here; they are men, nothing but men.