Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.
The beautiful attracts the beautiful.
Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.
Poetry is the breath of beauty.
Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.
Tears and sorrows and losses are a part of what must be experienced in this present state of life: some for our manifest good, and ail, therefore, it is trusted, for our good concealed;--for our final and greatest good.