Love does not aim simply at the conscious good of the beloved object: it is not satisfied without perfect… — George Eliot

But veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.

The law was sacred. Yes, but rebellion might be sacred too. It flashed upon her mind that the problem before her was essentially the same as that which had lain before Savonarola—the problem where the sacredness of obedience ended, and where the sacredness of rebellion began.

Our deeds are like children that are born to us; they live and act apart from our own will. Nay, children may be strangled, but deeds never: they have an indestructible life both in and out of our consciousness;