I undertake to be your servant here, and execute your wishes tirelessly: and when we meet together “over there”, then you can do the same for me.

That “over there” has never mattered to me. Let this world first be shattered. New worlds can fill the void. For good or ill, this earth will yield such pleasures as are mine and on my sorrows too this sun can shine, and come the day I’m ready to resign all this, the rest does not concern me, come what will. Deep in my soul, God stirs the springs, but cannot move external things. Existence is become a mere, dead weight: would death free me from the life I hate!