If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. but if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted so that I might share in what I was entitled to share. If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.

And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal

The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

The story of mankind began in a garden and ended in revelations.

I have never learned anything except from people younger than myself.