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.

What good is a secret if it remains a secret ... Secrets are meant to be discovered.

Darkness gives free rein to the mind's worst imaginings.

True kindness ennobles the giver

If you are busy pleasing everyone, you are not being true to yourself

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

What is courage without risk... It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?