"I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear."
"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
"But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope."
"Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another."
"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
"There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope."