Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but become >>
There is a woman at the beginning of all great things. >>
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who >>
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comet in the morning. [Psa >>
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. >>
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up >>
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.