There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

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.

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.