All the good that I can do I shall try to accomplish, even if I have to suffer for it.

What can you ask more of a man than that ?" This profession of the Phellion faith caused Celeste to sadly shake her head.
"Read attentively," she replied, "'The Imitation of Jesus Christ.' Strive to convert yourself to the holy Catholic, apostolic, and Roman Church, and you will see how empty your words are.

Hear me, Felix; marriage is not, the Church says, the affair of a day, the mere satisfaction of our own desires; it is made for eternity.

What! shall we be united day and night, shall we form one flesh, one word, and yet have two languages, two faiths in our heart, and a cause of perpetual dissension?
Would you condemn me to weep tears over the state of your soul,--tears that I must ever conceal from you?
Could I address myself in peace to God when I see his arm stretched out in wrath against you?
Must my children inherit the blood of a deist and his convictions?
Oh! God, what misery for a wife! No, no, these ideas are intolerable.

Felix! be of my faith, for I cannot share yours.