On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

By trying we can easily endure adversity. Another man's, I mean.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.

There was a common proverb of old, "What is it to the Romans that the Greeks die?" So we think that our dangers and calamities only belong to ourselves. But how does this principle agree with the commandment of God? For his will is that we should all live together, and be to each other as brethren.

Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one's soul.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.

He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about

To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.