Sleep, my little one, sleep.
You look down when you talk to a headstone! When you talk to a live person, you look up! I'm still alive! So treat me like it! Look at me!
To know her was to love her.
The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy.
The first shall be last and the last shall be first.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Memories. . . images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!
Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
He hath awakened from the dream of life.