Dying is only one thing to be sad over... Living unhappily is something else.

Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.