And yet, in spite of everything, I can't find it in my heart to be sorry that I came to Four Winds.

It seems to me that, bad as everything is, it would be still worse never to have known Leslie.

It's burning, searing pain to love her and leave her--but not to have loved her is unthinkable.

I suppose all this sounds very crazy--all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words.

They are not meant to be spoken--only felt and endured.