Every guilty person is his own hangman.
Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.
You have to persevere and fortify your pertinacity until the will to good becomes a disposition to good.
The language of truth is unvarnished enough.
In the meantime, cling tooth and nail to the following rule: not to give in to adversity, not to trust prosperity, and always take full note of fortune's habit of behaving just as she pleases.
When one has lost a friend one's eyes should be neither dry nor streaming. Tears, yes, there should be, but not lamentation.