The efforts of inquiring spiritualists, always seeking to woo their beloved ghosts back again, never seemed to me necessary.

I don't say I had ever seriously and courageously discussed the subject with myself even; I had simply assumed it to be a fact.
And here was the girl I loved, this creature whose character constantly revealed new heights and ranges far beyond my own, this superwoman of a superland, saying she thought immortality foolish! She meant it, too.
"What do you WANT it for ?" she asked.
"How can you NOT want it!" I protested.

"Do you want to go out like a candle?
Don't you want to go on and on--growing and--and--being happy, forever ?" "Why, no," she said.

"I don't in the least.

I want my child--and my child's child--to go on--and they will.