“But you say, and even believe, that you repent, and therefore you seek me, that I will reconcile with the well, or believe, again, that good and I are one … Ferdinand! The good is not merely a desire for: merits and sought penance. Do not want to be good enough: it must be. I look, therefore, yourself: do I search for your works. You will then see how you find me, though I find. You’ll see how I am, although I do not see. You see how I am wherever you are. You see how I did not miss, though I disappear from this world. You’ll see no need of mediators for peace, joy, blessing of God. Because God is good, and I imagine one day as sacrilegious, and God alone can make you happy when you deserve it, without my cooperation.
“If I thought otherwise, if I believed that staying close to you, cheering you on your way, and even premiándote early, could contribute to the improvement of your soul, believe me, Ferdinand, instead of having locked in this cell, I would have gone your home, without pain and resentment for what happened yesterday evening, and happy as can be a human creature, to see a way to salvation. But that would have been false cure, without removing the roots of evil, when it is essential that you heal you alone to walk without the glorious company of Bitterness Street, to try your strength against Lucifer and may overcome in single combat, and that do not you set your win another prize of the victory itself. Who does not deserve good enough to be happy, not happy can make all the goods of heaven and earth.