And can it be that in a world so full and busy the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up!
Charles DickensIn the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
Charles DickensโAnd yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
Charles Dickens