A sad soul can kill you quicker than a germ.(The Times, October 13, 2007)
Grief is itself a medícine.
It didn't happen that way. Yet no one dares tell how it did happen. I'm old enough to remember, and yet like others, I repeat the socially acceptable words, for I do not feel authorised to reveal a truth too cruel for the human heart. (From short poem "Zone of Silence")
One often calms oneís grief by recounting it.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
There is neither manhood nor policy in grief. (The Herald, January 27, 2007)