Our days and nights Have sorrows woven with delights.

My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me. [Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu me reste.]

Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living

Great artists have no country.

There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.

It was me who loved him more than I did myself, I gained nothing in return but pain and sorrow. I learned a lesson that not to love anyone taking no account what in his soul account.