“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”

“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.”

“One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.”

“Meredith is a prose Browning. So is Browning.”

“She is at rest.Peace, peace, she cannot hear,Lyre or sonnet,All my life's buried here,Heap earth upon it.”

“And the wild regrets and the bloody seatsNone knew so well as IFor he who lives more lives than oneMore deaths than one, must die.”

“For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.”