She burned too bright for this world.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

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.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!