“Take whatever comes in your way, when it is in order, and let society quibble. How is the world to be made any better, if each one goes on in the old way for fear of speech.”
“Yet we cannot explain our course to those who do not perceive these truths, and our innocent enjoyment may be misconstrued.”
“Can the higher ever be revealed to the lower? Can the less understand the greater? Never. Through the moral and natural worlds no recognition takes place, save when the lower comes up to a higher plane. The rose which needs more sunshine, more air, can never expect to reveal its need to, or be understood by one of the fungus order. We must work and wait, and expect to be misunderstood every day of our lives. We may be in order and in perfect harmony to some higher law, the relation of which to ourselves it is impossible to explain to our brother, our sister, or our friend. There would be no individual life, if there were no separate harmonies and methods of action. You need, my friend, more of woman's sphere to help you to live in strength and harmony with the one you are united to. She is mentally strong, and gives you of your own quality too much. Find your balance, your mental and spiritual poise, by mingling with those who supply your deficiency.”
“You have given me life, Mrs. Wyman, and hope. If I had your independent mind, I might be my own helper.”
“I may be the one to give you independence of thought and action, or, rather, to stimulate yours, for all have some independence.”
“I feel stronger, now, bodily, than I have for a long time,” he said, looking at his watch, “and hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing you again soon.”
“Come whenever you feel to; you will always be welcome.”
They bade each other good night; he, refreshed and encouraged by her thoughts and words; she, happier, as all are, by extending their life.
But we must turn another leaf, and look at life as it appears to the narrow-minded and opinionated.
“You have been gone a long time, Howard; I'm very tired,” were the words that came from the lips of Mrs. Deane, as she looked at the clock, which was just striking ten as her husband entered.