Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is around us, for it is everywhere; and those spirits watch us, for they are commissioned to gaurd us; and if we were dying in pain and shame, if scorn smote us on all sides, and hatred crushed us, angels see our tortures, recognize our innocence, and God waits ony a speration of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward.

Peril, loneliness, an uncertain future, are not oppressive evils, so long as the frame is healthy and the faculties are employed; so long, especially, as Liberty lends us her wings, and Hope guides us by her star.

I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.