"I begin to understand now what heaven must be--and, oh! the grandeur and repose of the words--'The same yesterday, to-day, and for ever.' Everlasting! 'From everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.' That beautiful sky above me looks as though it could not change, and yet it will. I am so tired--so tired of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually. I am in the mood in which women of another religion take the veil. I seek heavenly steadfastness in earthly monotony. If I were a Roman Catholic and could deaden my heart, stun it with some great blow, I might become a nun. But I should pine after my kind; no, not my kind, for love for my species could never fill my heart to the utter exclusion of love for individuals. 
'I begin to understand now what heaven must be - and, oh! the grandeur and repose of the words - "The same yesterday, today, and for ever." "From everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God." I am so tired - so tired of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually. If I were a Roman Catholic and could deaden my heart, I might become a nun. But I should pine after my kind; no, not my kind, so much as individuals. 