“Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never . . . never forget it.”

“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.”