"As we all know, time sometimes flies like a bird, and sometimes craws like a worm, but people may be unsually happy when they do not even notice whether time has passed quickly or slowly." (P. 96) "But the heat of noonday passes and os followed by evening and night, and there comes the return to a quiet refuge where sleep is sweet for the tormented and weary..." (p. 207) "... can it be that their prayers and their tears are fruitless? Can it be that love, sacred devoted love, is not all powerful? Oh, no! However passionate, sinful or rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb, the flowers growing over it peep at us serenely with their innocent eyes; they tell us not only eternal peace, of that great peace of "indiferent" nature; they tell us also of eternal reconciliation and of life without end." (P. 212)


