The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
　　 "What are Mrs. Ferrars's views for you at present, Edward?" said she, when dinner was over, and they had drawn round the fire; "are you still to be a great orator in spite of yourself?" 　　 "No. I hope my mother is now convinced that I have no more talents than inclination for a public life." 　　 "But how is your fame to be established? for famous you must be to satisfy all your family; and with no inclination for expense, no affection for expense, no affection for strangers, no profession, and no assurance, you may find it a difficult matter." 　　 "I shall not attempt it. I have no wish to be distinguished; and have every reason to hope I never shall. Thank Heaven! I cannot be forced into genius and eloquence." 　　 "You have no ambition, I well know. Your wishes are all moderate." 　　 "As moderate as those of the rest of the world, I believe. I wish, as well as every body else, to be perfectly happy; but, like every body else, it must be in my own way. Greatness will not make me so." 　　 "Strange that it would!" cried Marianne. "What have wealth or grandeur to do with happiness?"