You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.