Honoré de Balzac,
Eugénie Grandet — Chapter XIV
“ Marriage is life, the veil is death.""Yes, death,—a quick death!" she said, with dreadful eagerness."Death? but you have great obligations to fulfil to society, mademoiselle. Are you not the mother of the poor, to whom you give clothes and wood in winter and work in summer? Your great fortune is a loan which you must return, and you have sacredly accepted it as such. To bury yourself in a convent would be selfishness; to remain an old maid is to fail in duty. In the first place, can you manage your vast property alone? ”
