Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.