Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.

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

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.