Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftimes we call a man cold when he is only sad. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Let us build such a church, that those who come after us shall take us for madmen," said the old canon of Seville, when the great cathedral was planned. Perhaps through every mind passes some such thought, when it first entertains the design of a great and seemingly impossible action, the end of which it dimly foresees. This divine madness enters more or less into all our noblest undertakings.

And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Be strong! Be good! Be pure!
The right only shall endure;
And all things else are but false pretenses.