There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration: they bind us over to rectitude and purity by their pure belief about us; and our sins become that worst kind of sacrilege which tears down the invisible altar of trust. (Middlemarch, chapter 87)
I daresay this laser-like insight into our souls makes many of us think of our dear mothers. And the Blessed Mother, of course. Thank you, Lord, for putting such true hearts into our lives, to help keep us true.