"....she had long accepted the fact that happiness is like swallows in Spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it. When you expect to be happy you are not, when you don't expect to be happy there's suddenly Easter in your soul, though it be midwinter. Something, you don't know what , has broken the seal upon the door in the depth of your being that opens eternity. It is not yet time for you yourself to go out of it but what is beyond comes in and passes into you and through you."