What is the life of man! Is it not to shift from side to side? From sorrow to sorrow? To button up one cause of vexation! And unbutton another!

The foolish man conceives the idea of 'self.' The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of 'self;' thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

“But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. True sorrow is as rare as true love.”