The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

If tears were painful, no one would cry.

Tears are a cleansing shower for the soul.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

    Oh, devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!