She kissed me, you should know, on the heart when I was a child." "Your speech does not sound in the least like your father's.
Are you not of his faith ?" "I might have been"-- and she laughed low--"I might have been had I seen what he has.

I may be when I get old like him.

There should be no religion for youth, only poetry and philosophy; and no poetry except such as is the inspiration of wine and mirth and love, and no philosophy that does not nod excuse for follies which cannot outlive a season.

My father's God is too awful for me.

I failed to find him in the Grove of Daphne.