“The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart”
“It is naught but pain and regret when we think of the things and people we will never have, the opportunities we may never get.”
“Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!”
“The flesh is at the heart of the world.”
“One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess,Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.”
“The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.”