Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows but we can choose to live in joy.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but like them they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition men have at all times and in all countries called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine beer opium brandy or tobacco.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs the cares the sorrows and the crimes of humanity all lie in the one word 'love'. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity and yet as if nature had not sown evils enough in life we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home and broods a nest of sorrows.

I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.