“...that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love.”

“He couldn’t help but wonder what people might say at his funeral, or at his father’s, should it come to pass. He thought that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love. This was what he would strive for. To be remembered well. In the hearts of others is where we should strive to make our afterlives, he thought.”

“...because who in the throes of love can ever remember the gray, lonesome days, and who among us does not hope with all their hearts that somehow, by some miracle, such love might go on forever?”

“The people who influence us most are not those who buttonhole us and talk to us, but those who live their lives like the stars in heaven and the lilies in the field, perfectly simply and unaffectedly. Those are the lives that mould”

“There is no hell or heaven for those who are in love, love is pure form of human beings, love is the wind which touches your heart when you are in pain.”

“Everything smaller than Heaven bores us because only Heaven is bigger than our hearts.”