There is one other path, beloved, which I have faith to believe shall not fail.

It is sorrow.

Sorrow can bring the truth home to you as no other thing will.
The relentless pressure of grief will force you to seek for light.

It will admit of no evasion; it will receive no subtilty; it will bring you face to face with the eternal verities; it will save your soul.

And what sorrow, Helen, can come to you such as making me suffer?
And is there a pang which can tear my soul in this world like absence from my beloved?
I trample my own happiness under my feet.