The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, / That never mused on sorrow but its own.

I am convinced that every boy, in his heart, would rather steal second base than an automobile

Since sorrow never comes too late And happiness too swiftly flies.

Endless sorrow has fallen upon my heart. He was one of the truest and best men that ever lived, firm in his religious convictions, loyal to every right principle, strictly honest and upright in his life,... .with an absolute sincerity of character such as I have never seen in any other person.

I address you with a heart full of sorrow and sadness,

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.