Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air ther >>
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and >>
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangle >>
He does not weep who does not see. >>
The drying up a single tear has more of honest fame, than shedding sea >>
Only to have a grief equal to all these tears! >>
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.