All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. That is his. No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.
Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art.
Whatever is popular is wrong. As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them, of course, but one cannot possibly admire them. They have made private terms with the enemy, and sold their birthright for very bad pottage. They must also be extraordinarily stupid. The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.