A foolish son is a grief to his father, and bitterness to her that bare him |
But mortal bliss will never come sincere; Pleasure may lead, but grief blow brings up the rear |
Compare your griefs with other men's and they will seem less |
Death is as casual-and often as unexpected-as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade. |
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Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart |
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