"I won't try to hold you back, dear, if you think you can do that." He caught her hands and held them.
"I wanted to be a coward," he said, "to keep out of the fight.

I thought of the shame, of the petty persecutions--that even you might despise me.
But I couldn't.

I was always seeing His face before me with His beautiful tender eyes, and the blood drops on His brow.

It is He alone can save the world.

It is perishing for want of love; and by a little suffering I might be able to help Him.