He’s more myself than I am

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!