Wilfrid stood silent and motionless, lost in thoughts excited by events whose vast bearings enabled him to conceive of some illimitable immensity.
Emboldened by the weakness of the being lately so powerful, or perhaps by the fear of losing him forever, Minna bent down over the couch and said, "Seraphitus, let me follow thee!" "Can I forbid thee ?" "Why will thou not love me enough to stay with me ?" "I can love nothing here." "What canst thou love ?" "Heaven." "Is it worthy of heaven to despise the creatures of God ?" "Minna, can we love two beings at once?
Would our beloved be indeed our beloved if he did not fill our hearts?
Must he not be the first, the last, the only one?
She who is all love, must she not leave the world for her beloved?
Human ties are but a memory, she has no ties except to him! Her soul is hers no longer; it is his.

If she keeps within her soul anything that is not his, does she love?
No, she loves not.

To love feebly, is that to love at all?
The voice of her beloved makes her joyful; it flows through her veins in a crimson tide more glowing far than blood; his glance is the light that penetrates her; her being melts into his being.

He is warm to her soul.

He is the light that lightens; near to him there is neither cold nor darkness.