"A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husband..." — Washington Irving

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.