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 JacksonThe woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.
Helen Hunt JacksonBut all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
Helen Hunt JacksonThat indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.
Helen Hunt Jackson