I have the philosophy of the one and the wit of the other.

I am not cruel, only just; I do unto others what they have done unto me.

I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

The fallen angel becomes the malignant devil. Yet even the enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love; that is, the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

Those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love…