Holy shadows of the dead, I'm not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people, to fight one another. I do not feel happy for this victory of mine. On the contrary, I would be glad, brothers, if I had all of you standing here next to me, since we are united by the same language, the same blood and the same visions.

Let us treasure our joys but not bewail our sorrows.

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.

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

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Grief makes one hour ten.