Of His Qualities

Fouad Suleiman was an aristocrat in spirit and in body, aristocratic of face — in it a nobility the small-souled never know, and a brow that never bowed in the abasement of shame: never once did he suffer any man's slight upon him, nor did he ever hire out his pen or his heart to anything he did not believe in.

And Fouad carried within his breast a heart as innocent and pure as the hearts of children, and like certainty itself, unclouded by any shadow of suspicion or doubt. And oh, that confidence of his — how splendid it was in him! And oh, that fiery enthusiasm with which he pulled his companions upward — always upward — as though assuring them: "I shall walk you to the summits, and I trust in myself that I dare the summits..."

And to his wife Josephine and his three children he was the faithful beloved and the tender father. He was happy in his ten years of marriage, to the farthest reach of the ideal family happiness a man could wish... And his sweetest hours were those he spent in his own house, among his family, creating around them an air of innocent gaiety and sweet jesting.

How noble he was, Fouad Suleiman: friend, husband, and father...