There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.
There is certain relief in change even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach that it is often a comfort to shift one's position and be bruised in a new place.
After all it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence though deficient in personal charms than I have been by the most regular beauty.