She burned too bright for this world.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

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

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.