“every day, when he sees my face, he knows, again, that i love him—and God knows i do, more and more, deeper and deeper, with every hour… he is not alone; we are not alone. “ 162
“the mind is like an object that picks up dust. the object doesn't know, any more then the mind does, why what clings to it clings. but once whatever it is lights on you, it doesn't go away” 171
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