No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.

Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.

Of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, and love in vain.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.