He's a worse painter than Sam--but do you think he doesn't know it?
Don't you realise what a lot of heartache the monkey-shines of those two boys conceal ?" "I am fond of them," he said, slowly.

"I like people, even if I don't show it--" "Ah, Louis! Louis! That is the world's incurable hurt--the silence that replies to its perplexity--the wistful appeal that remains unanswered....

And many, many vex God with the desolation of their endless importunities and complaints when a look, a word, a touch from a human being would relieve them of the heaviest of all burdens--a sad heart's solitude." He put his arm around her, impulsively: "You little angel," he said, tenderly.
"No--only a human girl who has learned what solitude can mean." "I shall make you forget the past," he said.
"No, dear--for that might make me less kind." She put her lips against his cheek, thoughtfully: "And--I think--that you are going to need all the tenderness in me--some day, Louis--as I need all of yours....

We shall have much to learn--after the great change....

And much to endure.
And I think we will need all the kindness that we can give each other--and all that the world can spare us.".