You didn't use up a whole box of Kleenex, weeping for the job like Frances did. And, you don't have a rich uncle.

I had a box of Kleenex and I'm bawling like a child and I'm not believing it, ... If I had the slightest chance of helping them a little, how do you not? ... These people are in trouble now.

I'm lucky not to have a nine-to-five job.

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.