The spark of life dies hard, and you may fan it into a blaze again.

All the doctor's nostrums may not stir my poor dying flesh--but give the spirit--what it craves--and 'tis sometimes--strong enough--to gallop the flesh where it will.

Lord, I've seen a tree blossom in the fall, when 'twas warm enough.

It may be a long life we'll--live together, Madelon.

Don't--cheat--yourself into--thinking you'll be my widow, instead of--my wife.