Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow.
It's never too late to be who you were meant to be.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?