Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love.

Who seeketh two strings to one bow, they may shoot strong, but never straight.

They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.

If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.

Affection! Affection is false.

I have seen many a man turn his gold into smoke, but you are the first who has turned smoke into gold.

I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.