“ One day when the latter had thrown aside, in a passion, a book which wearied him, José picked it up, and, turning it round, looked at it with a sigh."You are very fortunate," said Francisco, "in not knowing how to read or write, for you are not forced to learn lessons.""Ah!" replied José, "that is my greatest grief: it is you who are fortunate in having the opportunity of learning. Oh, if you would but teach me to draw!""Yes, yes!" cried Francisco, enchanted at the idea: "I will be your master; but take care if you do not do well—upon the knuckles, my lad!" ”
Madame Guizot
Biographical details
Madame Guizot, a 19th-century writer celebrated for her moral and didactic stories, created narratives that weave together education, virtue, and social commentary. Her key works, Popular Tales and Moral Tales, examine themes of personal development, the weight of responsibility, and the redemptive force of kindness, as illustrated through dialogues that highlight the significance of knowledge and the challenges faced by characters confronting injustice.
Through compelling storytelling, she highlights the conflict between personal ambition and societal norms, merging emotional richness with ethical contemplation. Her stories, grounded in human weakness and strength, demonstrate a dedication to revealing the connection between moral uprightness and real-life experiences.
Quotes by Madame Guizot
“ Missour was no longer overpowered by fatigue, nor was the end of her days overshadowed by that despair which an exhausted body sheds over a sick mind. Joy again returned to the lips of Elima, and to the eyes of Narzim. Sometimes he raised them towards heaven, as he had done at the moment when he first learned how much he loved virtue: then his soul became filled with a holy and sweet confidence, and with a deep sense of gratitude towards that great Being who has placed in the heart of man the germ of a happiness of which nothing can deprive him, but his own will. ”
“ Nadir, in his turn, was visited by misfortune. Calumny pursued him: injustice extended high enough to reach him. He was banished from the wife of his bosom, from the son whose eyes were just opened to the light, and his life was dried up like the summer, when, although full of fire and vigour, it has lost its colours.The people, whom he had taught to be industrious and happy, were given up to avaricious men, who converted their labour into an oppressive burden; and the memories which once refreshed the soul of Nadir now became to him a bitter and empoisoned spring. ”
