Those Who Have Lost An Infant Are

God Made Both Tears And Laughter, And Both For Kind Purposes; For As Laughter Enables Mirth And Surprise To Breathe Freely, So Tears Enable Sorrow To Vent Itself Patiently. Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair And Madness.

Great Women Belong To History And To Self-sacrifice, Not To The Annals Of A Stage, However Dignified.

We Are Slumberous Poppies, Lords Of Lethe Downs, Some Awake And Some Asleep, Sleeping In Our Crowns. What Perchance Our Dreams May Know, Let Our Serious May Know.

Sympathizing And Selfish People Are Alike, Both Given To Tears.

Mirth Itself Is Too Often But Melancholy In Disguise.