I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

When I read that the flash came, and I took a sheet of paper. . .and I wrote on it: I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.