There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.
The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.
Life is good, but not life in itself.
No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.
Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.