"To grow up metabolizing hatred like daily bread means that eventually every human interaction becomes tainted with the negative passion and intensity of its by-products — anger and cruelty."

"In every life we have some trouble, but when you worry? You make it double. Don't worry, be happy."

"Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering."

"Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks"

"My favoured temple is an humble heart."

"Oderint dum metuant."

"The reason I acquired Twitter is because it is important to the future of civilization to have a common digital town square where a wide range of beliefs can be debated in a healthy manner, without resorting to violence. There is currently great danger that social media will splinter into far right-wing and far left wing echo chambers that generate more hate and divide our society... That is why I bought Twitter. I didn’t do it because it would be easy. I didn’t do it to make more money. I did it to try to help humanity, whom I love... That said, Twitter obviously cannot become a free-for-all hellscape where anything can be said with no consequences!""

"Perfect happiness I believe was never intended by the deity to be the lot of any one of his creatures in this world; but that he has very much put in our power the nearness of our approaches to it, is what I as stedfastly believe."

"Hatred is a transformative power. It can make the innocuous into the menacing. So it has become a weapon of choice."

"Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate."

"What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it."

"Great griefs, I see, medicine the less."

"For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop."

"For grief is crowned with consolation."

"O, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours with time's deform'd hand Have written strange defeatures in my face."

"I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I forget!"

"That we two are asunder; let that grieve him; Some griefs are medicinable."

"Curæ leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent."

"Levis est dolor qui capere consilium potest."

"All the old statues of Victory have wings: but Grief has no wings. She is the unwelcome lodger that squats on the hearthstone between us and the fire and will not move or be dislodged."

"Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor."

"Grief—unlike sex, music, and cheating at cards—was not a skill that could be honed by practice."

"If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety."

"Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?"

"Le bonheur est salutaire pour le corps, mais c'est le chagrin qui développe les forces de l'esprit."

"Great, good, and just, could I but rate My grief with thy too rigid fate, I'd weep the world in such a strain As it should deluge once again; But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds."

"Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exæstuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas."

"What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?"

"Grief must be a reflection of love. It is perhaps the ultimate proof of love. Grief is an uncontrollable manifestation of your belief that the lost person’s existence, limited and flawed as it might have been, was worthwhile, despite the limitations and flaws even of life itself."

"Ille dolet vere qui sine teste dolet."

"There is a solemn luxury in grief."

"I’ve climbed up here holding the hilt of time’s sword after driving it into my tender heart."

"Fatetur facinus is qui judicium fugit."

"Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pietà!"

"Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds."

"Nihil est miserius quam animus hominis conscius."

"How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!"

"The only cure for grief is action."

"Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak!"

"Dum ne ob male facta peream, parvi æstimo."

"Haste, holy Friar, Haste, ere the sinner shall expire! Of all his guilt let him be shriven, And smooth his path from earth to heaven!"

"What we call real estate—the solid ground to build a house on—is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests."

"How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great."

"Haud est nocens, quicumque non sponte est nocens."

"Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam cari capitis?"

"Believe me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and bleeding; no time for homilies when the lightning's shaft has smitten and the man lies stunned and stricken. Then let the comforter be silent; let him sustain by his presence, not by his preaching; by his sympathetic silence, not by his speech. "Afterward," when the storm is spent, he may venture to open his mouth; "afterward," when the morn has dawned, he may seek "to justify the ways of God to man;" for " afterward" the sufferer will be prepared to hear, and "afterward" the sufferer himself may be able to extract sweetness from bitterness, music from mourning, songs from sorrow, and "the peaceable fruit of righteousness" from the root of wretchedness and woe."

"The gods Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care, And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself."

"No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it."

"He who flies proves himself guilty."

"A land of levity is a land of guilt."