“How does one measure time? No, not in day, months, or years. It is measured by the most precious of all things: Love. Without which all beings and things whether brave and/or beautiful would perish.”

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.”

“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”