The earth is that dwelling; but fortunately life is one twinkle of the eye, and resurrection is only from the grave; beyond that not Nero, but Mercy bears rule, and there instead of pain is delight, there instead of tears is rejoicing.
Next she began to speak of herself.

Yes! she was calm; but in her breast there was no lack of painful wounds.

For example, Aulus was a cataract on her eye; the fountain of light had not flowed to him yet.

Neither was it permitted her to rear her son in Truth.

When she thought, therefore, that it might be thus to the end of her life, and that for them a moment of separation might come which would be a hundred times more grievous and terrible than that temporary one over which they were both suffering then, she could not so much as understand how she might be happy even in heaven without them.