No good, no hope, no satisfaction in anything--this world only with all its mockery and failure--and afterwards annihilation! Could a God design and create so poor and cruel a jest?
So I thought--and the misery of the thought was more than I could bear.

I had resolved to make an end.

No one knew, no one guessed my intent, till one Sunday afternoon a friend lent me your book.

I began to read, and never left it till I had finished the last page--then I knew I was saved.

Life smiled again upon me in consoling colours, and I write to tell you that whatever other good your work may do and is no doubt doing, you have saved both the life and reason of one grateful human being.