Nor earth, nor heaven, nor hell have any bars through which love cannot burst its way towards reunion and completeness.

Only there must be love, manifested in many shapes and at many times, but ever striving to its end, which is not of the flesh.

Aye, love that has lost itself, love scorned, love defeated, love that seems false, love betrayed, love gone astray, love wandering through the worlds, love asleep and living in its sleep, love awake and yet sleeping; all love that has in it the germ of life.

It matters not what form love takes.

If it be true I tell you that it will win its way, and in the many that it has seemed to worship, still find the one, though perchance not here." At her words a numb fear gripped my heart.
"Not here?
Then where ?" I said.
"Ask your dead wife, Humphrey.