By suffering comes wisdom.
When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.
Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.
Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.
The reward of pain is experience.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.