One must live; and the only way is to look away from oneself into the larger and higher circle of life in which the merely personal grief or joy forgets itself.
For the rest even I ought to have comfort, I know.

I believe that love in its most human relations is an eternal thing.

I do believe it, only through inconsistency and much weakness I falter.
Also there are other beliefs with me with regard to the spiritual world and the measuring of death, which ought, if I had ordinary logic, to rescue me from what people in general suffer in circumstances like these.

Only I am weak and foolish; and when the tender past came back to me day by day, I have dropped down before it as one inconsolable.
Dearest Mr.Martin--give him my grateful love for every kind thought, and to yourself.
Now that page is turned.
I wish I knew that you were stronger, and at Pau.

It is unfortunate that just on this bitter winter you have been unable to get away from England.
Here, though there was snow once, we have fared mildly as to climate.
And our rooms are very warm.