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In the middle classes the gifted son of a family is always the poorest >>
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Sorrow is the great idealizer. >>
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections. >>
Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past. >>
The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.