Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
When good men die their goodness does not perish.
Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.
Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.
There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.