All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

Everything the human being heard from the beginning, saw with its eyes, looked upon and touched with its hands was a living word; for God was the word.

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

Every phenomenon of nature was a word, - the sign, symbol and pledge of a new, mysterious, inexpressible but all the more intimate union, participation and community of divine energies and ideas.

A writer who is in a hurry to be understood today or tomorrow runs the danger of being misunderstood the day after tomorrow.

Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.

Indeed, if a chief question does remain: how is the power to think possible? - The power to think right and left, before and without, with and above experience? then it does not take a deduction to prove the genealogical priority of language.

Our reason arises, at the very least, from this twofold lesson of sensuous revelations and human testimonies.

Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.

The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.

If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

Hence it happens that one takes words for concepts, and concepts for the things themselves.

Nature is a book, a letter, a fairy tale (in the philosophical sense) or whatever you want to call it.

Being, belief and reason are pure relations, which cannot be dealt with absolutely, and are not things but pure scholastic concepts, signs for understanding, not for worshipping, aids to awaken our attention, not to fetter it.

The thirst for vengeance was the beautiful nature which Homer imitated.

Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert a sumptuous dessert.

We may not commit a lesser Sin under pretence to avoid a greater, but we may, nay we ought to endure the greatest Pain and Grief rather than commit the least Sin.

During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.

When a child can be brought to tears, and not from fear of punishment, but from repentance he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from the grief of their conduct you can be sure there is an angel nestling in their heart.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

This book, conceived in sorrow, composed in grief, and constructed at the brink of despair, contains my mind's best thoughts, and my soul's triumph over the powers of darkness.

For me as an American, the most painful aspect of this is that I believe that that administration has taken the events of 9/11 and has manipulated the grief of the country and I think that's reprehensible.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

And remember, it's also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Therefore I do pray and entreat you in the name of Jesus Christ to do so much as to make my being here in Japan known to my poor wife, in a manner a widow and my two children fatherless; which thing only is my greatest grief of heart and conscience.

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.

Touch'd either the Passions of Rage or Grief to a Miracle.

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

Grief causes suffering and disease.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.