It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.