Love is no light thing.

Oh, that I could warn you who still walk in hope! 

Love is no light thing, but the deepest outcome of the soul. 

Had I known it truly, faith and hope now would stand by my side.

Be warned, my brothers, my sisters! 

My heart yearns for you—it yearns for thee, my silent friend, who never with a word even hast answered any of these letters—for thee, mother, who never understoodst my deepest need—for thee, Martin, who in just retribution art as the lash now adding torment to torment. 

I love thee still—

What is it thou wouldst have told me? 

My heart is yearning, my brothers, my sisters, but vain—

Vain is the longing—it leaves me in hell!

L. W. J. S.,  Letters from Hell, Richard Bentley & Son, London, 1889