"The place has served your turn," he said; "here you have won that joy which it was fated you should win, and have suffered those things that it was fated you should suffer.

Yes, and though you know it not now, the joy and the suffering, like the sunshine and the storm, are the same thing, and will rest at last in the same heaven, the heaven from which they came.

Now go, Macumazahn." I asked him if he was coming with me.
"No," he answered, "our paths lie apart henceforth, Macumazahn.

We met together for certain ends.

Those ends are fulfilled.