At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.