“Yet I have learned.In chronicles of sorrow, too, there are joys,In lesions of silence, immeasurable noise. And certainly in the very pit of the heartBeneath the trouble in the valvesThere is kindness.Certainly in the ruby heart of this plum's seasons,A silent reason for hope.”

“I have felt the highest of Joys and I have felt the true pit of sorrow – all in just thirteen hours.”

“Although not a very old man, I have yet lived a great deal in my life, and I have known sorrow too bitter and joy too keen to allow me to become either cast down or elated for more than a very brief period over any success or defeat.”

“The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that it cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.”

“Nothing came in reasonable measure, it seemed, not water or sunshine or sorrow. But joy, too, is immoderate sometimes, and that makes up for the rest.”

“therefore i live for today-certain of finding at sunriseguidance and strength for the way.power for each moment of weakness,hope for each moment of pain,comfort for every sorrow,sunshine and joy after rain!”