For the love of money is
the root of all evil: which while
some coveted after, they have
erred from the faith, and
pierced themselves through
with many sorrows.
A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
for grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.
To me and to the state of my great grief
let kings assemble; for my grief's so great
that no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: