“Love is the only passion which in the nature of things we can carry with us into another world, and it is fit to be prolonged, intensified, glorified forever. It is the sentiment which we share with God, and by which we live in him, and he in us. All its beautiful tenderness, its noble self-forgetfulness, its pure and ineffable delight, are the rays of God’s sun of love reflected in our souls.
Is all this to end in two poor heaps of silent dust decaying slowly in their coffins side by side in the vault? If so, let us have done with prating of any faith in heaven or earth. We are mocked by a fiend. Mephistopheles is on the throne of the universe.”
–Frances Power Cobbe