Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak!

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.