I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.

Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort.