George Sand’s creed.
There is for me but one creed and one refuge: faith in God and our own immortality. My secret is not new, but there is no other.
George Sand: Letter to Mlle. Leroyer de Chantepie, August, 1836, in ‘Letters of George Sand.’
I see future and eternal life before me as a certainty; as a light in the glimmer of which every thing is only dimly seen; but that light is there, and that is all I wish for. I know full well that my Jeanne [her granddaughter] is not dead.... I know well that I shall meet her again, and that she will recognize me, even though she should not recollect or I either. She was part of my own self and that fact will always remain.
George Sand: Letter to M. Edouard Charton, February, 1855, in ‘Letters of George Sand.’
Her last words.
Up to her last hour she preserved consciousness and lucidity. The words, “Ne touchez pas à la verdure,” among the last that fell from her lips, were understood by her children, who knew her wish that the trees should be undisturbed under which, in the village cemetery, she was soon to find a resting-place.
Bertha Thomas: ‘George Sand.’