The heart will break, but broken live on.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe --you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.