Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.

When one by one our ties are torn and friend from friend is snatched forlorn when man is left alone to mourn oh! then how sweet it is to die!

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught all the world would be wise since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning understanding patience love openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.