To rescue from oblivion even a fragment of a language which men have u >>
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire >>
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters. >>
Only to have a grief equal to all these tears! >>
Have a good cry, wash out your heart. If you keep it inside it'll tear >>
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and so >>
He does not weep who does not see.