No One Feels Another's Grief.

I Try To Decorate My Imagination As Much As I Can.

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another. We Always Imagine That We Are Approaching Some Other, But Our Lines Of Travel Are Actually Parallel.

No One Feels Another's Grief.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.