And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.

I believe in a spiritual world - not as anything separate from this world - but as its innermost truth. With the breath we draw we must always feel this truth, that we are living in God.