"Oh," she said, "a good, big, perfect soul could enjoy so much." It seemed as if she thought she had said it all and finished the subject.
"Well," said Caius, interested in spite of himself, "if God wanted to make us happy, He could have given us that kind of soul." "Ah, no! We don't know why things have to grow, but they must; everything grows--_you_ know that.

For some reason, that is the best way; so there was just one way for those souls to grow in us, and He showed us how.

It is by doing what is quite perfectly right, and bearing all the suffering that comes because of it, and doing all the giving side of love, because here we can't get much.

Pain is not good in itself; it is a gate.

Our souls are growing all through the gate of the suffering, and when we get to the other side of it, we shall find we have won them.