There are some natures too noble to curb and too lofty to bend. - Louisa May Alcott

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want.
~Amy March~

Seldom except in books do the dying utter memorable words, see visions, or depart with beatified countenances, and those who have sped many parting souls know that to most the end comes as naturally and simply as sleep.