We must wear this weight of living death till that good Lord that makes such laws shall send us death in mercy.

Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years of suffering: that might almost satisfy Him, one would think.

Pauline! you and I are to say good-bye to-night.

Good-bye! People talk of it as a cruel word.
Think of it: if it were but for a year, a year with hope at the end of it to keep our hearts alive, it would be terrible, and we should need be brave.

The tears that lovers shed over a year apart; the days that have got to come and go, how weary.