There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. |
Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know except pain. |
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. |
Call no man happy till he is dead. |
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times. |
It is in the character of very few men to honour without envy a friend who has prospered. |
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased. |