Pain, Thou Art Not An Evil

Be Happy, Noble Heart, Be Blessed For All The Good Thou Hast Done And Wilt Do Hereafter, And Let My Gratitude Remain In Obscurity Like Your Good Deeds.

He's Right: They Have To Put Madmen With Madmen.

Through The Ingenuousness Of Her Age Beamed An Ardent Mind, A Mind Not Of The Women But Of The Poet; She Did Not Please, She Intoxicated.

For The Happy Man Prayer Is Only A Jumble Of Words, Until The Day When Sorrow Comes To Explain To Him The Sublime Language By Means Of Which He Speaks To God.

There Is Neither Happiness Nor Misery In The World; There Is Only The Comparison Of One State With Another, Nothing More. He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness.