Pain and Despair

All sorrows are less with bread.

It’s not the tragedies that kill us, it’s the messes.

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.

We all have to take defeats in life.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainty that just to be alive is a grand thing.

It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.

Failure and deprivation are the best educators and purifiers.

We poets in our youth begin in gladness;

I read the book of Job last night. I don’t think God comes well out of it.

How else but through a broken heart

And alien tears will fill for him

Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer.

Let’s talk sense to the American people.

I hear a sudden cry of pain!

Our sincerest laughter

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

Hell is a city much like London.