My youth is wasting away; my prospects are darkened; my life is a desolate blank; I have no rest day or night: I am become a burden to myself and others, and you might save me by a word--a glance, and will not do it--is this right ?' 'In the first place, I don't believe you,' answered I; 'in the second, if you will be such a fool, I can't hinder it.' 'If you affect,' replied he, earnestly, 'to regard as folly the best, the strongest, the most godlike impulses of our nature, I don't believe you.
I know you are not the heartless, icy being you pretend to be--you had a heart once, and gave it to your husband.

When you found him utterly unworthy of the treasure, you reclaimed it; and you will not pretend that you loved that sensual, earthly-minded profligate so deeply, so devotedly, that you can never love another?
I know that there are feelings in your nature that have never yet been called forth; I know, too, that in your present neglected lonely state you are and must be miserable.

You have it in your power to raise two human beings from a state of actual suffering to such unspeakable beatitude as only generous, noble, self-forgetting love can give (for you can love me if you will); you may tell me that you scorn and detest me, but, since you have set me the example of plain speaking, I will answer that I do not believe you.
But you will not do it! you choose rather to leave us miserable; and you coolly tell me it is the will of God that we should remain so.

You may call this religion, but I call it wild fanaticism!' 'There is another life both for you and for me,' said I.

'If it be the will of God that we should sow in tears now, it is only that we may reap in joy hereafter.