She who suffers naught enjoys naught.

When a woman becomes passive, John, she is but a clod.

Pain gives us a vent--a vent for something, I know not what it is; but this I know, we are happier for it." "I fear, Dorothy, that I have given you too much 'vent,' as you call it," said John.
"No, no," she replied.

"That was nothing.

My great vent is that I can pour out my love upon you, John, without stint.