Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
Unless the gentle inherit the earth, / There will be no earth.
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.
One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.
Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death.
Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate.