When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

I don't like pain.

I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing, and I know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.