April 26

“And so when time, sorrow, and the loveless winter of life have beautified our hearts, and we go up to the overthrown forms which are lying beneath the landslip of the grave, what have we left but an unavailing sorrow, a dumb repentance, and never-ending bitter tears? We have something better left still, a warmer, truer, lovelier love for every soul which we have not yet lost.”

J. P. RICHTER

“’If only I might have the consolation of suffering something for your sake; Oh! How different would I be to you now!’ This is what we all say when we bury someone whom we have tortured; but, on that very same evening of mourning, we go and dart the javelin deep into some other breast which is still warm. Oh! Weaklings that we are, strong only in resolves!”

J. P. RICHTER