And they came to their father at nightfall, weeping.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.

Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either.