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

It is curious what patches of hardness and tenderness lie side by side in men’s dispositions. I suppose he has some test by which he finds out whom Heaven cares for.

Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.

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.

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

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined ... to strengthen each other ... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.