When one is consumed by the sorrows of life, three things give him relief: offspring, a wife, and the company of the Lord's devotees.

Grief makes one hour ten.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.