A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.
There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.
Time will bring healing.
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.
A coward turns away, but a brave man's choice is danger.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.