In love there are no good-bys.

I take your hand now, but not to say good-by; I feel that you are still mine--that you will be mine more than ever when you think--think--and pray." "Ah! You ask me to pray ?" "Pray--pray for me, child.

I need the prayers of such as you, for I feel that my hour of deepest trial is drawing nigh.

Do you fancy that I am the man to take back anything that I have written?
Look at me, Phyllis; I tell you here that I will stand by everything that I have written.
Whatever comes of it, the book remains.

Even if I lose all that I have worked for,--even if I lose you,--I will still say 'the book remains.' I am ready to suffer for it.