Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.
Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.
How true it is that our destinies are decided by nothings and that a small imprudence helped by some insignificant accident, as an acorn is fertilized by a drop of rain, may raise the trees on which perhaps we and others shall be crucified.
