Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

— Louisa May Alcott

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by loving.

— Anais Nin

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and try to follow where they lead.

— Louisa May Alcott