I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.
Helen Hunt JacksonMost men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.
Helen Hunt JacksonGreat loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Helen Hunt Jackson