There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflict the mourner with heartache and loneliness long after the deceased is buried and gone.

When a tree falls it resounds with a thundering crash; and yet a whole forest grows in silence.

Sometimes it takes great suffering to pierce the soul and open it up to greatness

Familiarity makes the lion more dangerous.

Hate engenders loneliness and despair

There is no treasure like the human heart.

Do not bother yourself with what ifs